This is a song about "Split lickety"

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

Called it new generation and lickety split,

So i must then get, off the bus then split

Me and you just need to talk a bit

Like split second decisions

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

Lickety split cause you despised me when i was disguised,

Puffy got a mansion, bitch i got the same damn kind

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

With split muscles, spillin' curdling blood flows

I'm on autopilot now with my cranium split

She's on my line like i'm fishing i got that

104, that mlk, know i gotta be landover out the way

"its a split personality" is what people say.

And they'll forever out ya, that's why you always quiet

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