This is a song about "Synthetic division"

The division of reality and then my minds revision

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

Slice precision ,listen, i killed my whole division

But i'm sorry for the damage i have done

Bitch, i can tear you in half, called division

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

Bitch i can't let goi been strugglin' too long, thuggin' too longand niggas is stealing my shit

And visual acuity yeah no this is real rap non of that synthetic

Im in my own division, while you dodging this collision,

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

Admit the decision a gift of division among others wisdom descended

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that