This is a song about "Split"

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

Drivin and typin, not payin attention, missin they next exit

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

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Me and my homies, kick it like everyday

"its a split personality" is what people say.

Got the perfect plan to help me get her

Spun out and then split like a dryer,

Split into recursive factions

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

People make split decisions to wake another day

We get our chefin on, chefin on everyday

Y'all can't ever fade that, i don't ever lack shit

So i must then get, off the bus then split

Then i peace it and split

They was on that mase shit