This is a song about "Separation"

It calls for separation of the federal state and church,

His gift is a curse, forget the earth, he's got the urge

If we focus on unity instead of separation

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

It calls for separation of the federal state and church,

The day my mix tape drops will be the day i emerge,

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

They're puttin us in separation, like a dictated nation,

And it's time to make a real native separation from the fake friends

Cause i'll be honest: i ain't tryna be a victim of the projects

Or its time for a for a death separation,

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

And it's time to make u stand out (separation)