This is a song about "Split pants"

My tv stays on cartoon network, fuck that twilight shit

His only escape for his fuckin pops split,

Attached like pants keepin casual

As i light one for ill will

Then i peace it and split

The dead society of a poet

And really don't matter unless y'all coming with

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

Still kill the pussy, put the cat in a casket

I'm on autopilot now with my cranium split

Attached like pants keepin casual

A first rounder, y'all don't want a russell