This is a song about "Splitting her in half"

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

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

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

Splitting wig and isotopes, people pinned in slave boats

In the back trunk, half dead ya lay

I can't keep running away

Half of the world sees success in me

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy

Call levi's we can see about the home cook

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

Keanu reeves, they tell me i’m the one

Bitch, i can tear you in half, called division

Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half

This murder on every track, this verse is an epitaph

Cut you in half, call you duplex/

As we give up our debts