This is a song about "Split"

So here i am at the store for some chips

Split into recursive factions

Leave them like toes in sandals get, split,

Another love song about shit

I pray that i’m in outer space, ufo fly away

People make split decisions to wake another day

Crunch rhymes into web of spun split spines,

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

Can i get real for a split minute

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

600 benz, condo six hundred grand

Didn't regret this path/split seconds passed

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

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

Your developmental league don’t see a team

Then split the scene! & pop the limousine!