This is a song about "Split"

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Y’all little ass niggas can’t fuck with that

The dead society of a poet

Mess with me you gunna get your head split

All my niggas rolling, and we bout that gun play

"its a split personality" is what people say.

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

Eighty percent of kids are listening to y'all shit

Then i peace it and split

A cold beast, nigga i'm the shit

Crunch rhymes into web of spun split spines,

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

His only escape for his fuckin pops split,

Then split the scene! & pop the limousine!

Show ‘em how much they really mean