This is a song about "Split"

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

You come at me and ill be waiting to fuckin split

I'm that nigga y'all - i just ball

Split the earth like obi wan was split darth maul

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that

Nigga i ain't never scared

He can split he can bend

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

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

So here i am at the store for some chips

Split into recursive factions

No, i can’t called bitch i’m lying, i don’t use my phone, shit

No nits to pick, no words unfit, no hairs to split

Didn't regret this path/split seconds passed

Got racks you don’t understand