This is a song about "The splits"

Eyes poked out the the raven

Yeah, waiting for a change to come

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

You're in the presence of a player, i'd rather be ya nigga

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

For everything i lost tell em i want it all back

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

Well rick james, maury jane

The realist in the game

The water from the past is the same water in the present

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

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

Black fours red drop head doors

Baby, let me give you a call

From the bench to the ball