This is a song about "Split"

I'm on autopilot now with my cranium split

Lifestyles of the kid who never had shit

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

Split into recursive factions

It gives us peace then all in the town is quiet

Its a man's world re-write your lines lickety split

The master of this rap shit

Then i peace it and split

Didn't regret this path/split seconds passed

Two white cups and i got that drank

People make split decisions to wake another day

From a couple feet awaybut stay away

Poppa saying momma ain't care about you and would rather split/

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

Then split the scene! & pop the limousine!