This is a song about "Split wigs"

So i must then get, off the bus then split

Hop on twitter, perpetrate we doing big shit

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Split into recursive factions

Stop it if you scared

He can split he can bend

Its a man's world re-write your lines lickety split

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

I’m peeling wigs, killing pigs in my dreams

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

His only escape for his fuckin pops split,

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Shit i represent is killin' niggas and shit

Crunch rhymes into web of spun split spines,

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