This is a song about "Split peraonality"

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

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit

Just me and my boss no worries at all

Split the earth like obi wan was split darth maul

Stop it if you scared

He can split he can bend

Leave them like toes in sandals get, split,

Cause ya'll spittin that wack shit

This country, black and white, its split

Y'all riddles don't tickle a bit

I'm on autopilot now with my cranium split

No one give a damn when they breathe in the least bit

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

Spun out and then split like a dryer,

Crunch rhymes into web of spun split spines,

I used to have dark nights now it’s bright lights