This is a song about "Splitting"

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

22. splitting simple divisions,

If it wasn't bad enough your labels are hoeing you

I ain't quitting i ain't splitting, i'ma stick it like glue

Splitting and drilling the heads of demons, i ain't satanic/

You're goin' to hear this and begin to ride on my dick

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

While im winning splitting swisher,

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Washing dishes and polar bear splitting

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

Splitting wig and isotopes, people pinned in slave boats

Like my flow ain't cold like a new york winter

Splitting swisher's on the porch with my sister

Fuck splitting up a deal man i got my milli so i need to go and chill

I got the skill, i got that will to fufill, and make them haters go still