This is a song about "Splitting her in half"

Bitch, i can tear you in half, called division

Attempt burglary, attempt theft you just begun

So get your glass lift it up in the toast position

When there's still half a cup that needs to go right in,

There's no place in the world for a half way crook

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

So nigga listen you can probably learn a lesson perhaps

Cut 'em in half half way to the gymnasium with my axe

Half of the world sees success in me

I swear they think i'm crazy

A coward dies a thousand deaths

Cut you in half, call you duplex/

Splitting wig and isotopes, people pinned in slave boats

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

Half the kids, trapped in this, black abyss, of criminal life thinking

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king