This is a song about "The splits"

So fuck em' all

From the bench to the ball

You're the snow, i'm the sun

After the club, gettin you open

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

Eyes poked out the the raven

Just a place that they can come

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Now tomorrow you sober wishing you ordered a soda

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

Bail hard but balling 50 on them pretty shoes

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

The more battles the better the flows

The bigger the the fun

Hold on you can see my vision