This is a song about "Split"

Called it new generation and lickety split,

So if i'm not clubbing, don't think i'm on some jerk shit

No nits to pick, no words unfit, no hairs to split

I probably would wear 'em but my dick don't fit

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm thru with that shit

But my magic trick will cause a car to split,

He can split he can bend

Hold up yea we the best

Bitch you should see my wallet

Then i peace it and split

People make split decisions to wake another day

He would end up getting shot upnow i could not walk away

And all the pain the world cause she be healin' that shit

I'm on autopilot now with my cranium split

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

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute