This is a song about "The division"

You're fucking with me, nigga

I bring the heat like the

But you know women lieits like i sent my love with a text two times

Im in my own division, you cant dodge this collision, my mind and rhymes

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Your a shell of a mani lost respect for you nigga

Hold up, i used to run powers and draws

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

When her father would beat her and her brother like he had an unquenchable thirst

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

And since my cell division i had to make a critical

I got my finger on the mothafuckin' pistol

Admit the decision a gift of division among others wisdom descended

Bet i get it quick lick make it backflip outta town with some how you gonna act shit