This is a song about "Split wigs"

Livin like a thief, runnin through the streets

I’m peeling wigs, killing pigs in my dreams

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

Called it new generation and lickety split,

They was on that mase shit

Then i peace it and split

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Now say fuck them other bitches them hoes ain't shit

Mess with me you gunna get your head split

"its a split personality" is what people say.

I'mma do the right thing though, take shock anyway

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

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

Spun out and then split like a dryer,

Omo niaja get em' higher