This is a song about "The splits"

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

Throw him off the banister, shoot him on camera

I'm watching the berrics getting head from someone's parent

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

Had i not been exposed to these things

The savage with the statics

I'm in the the real world

She wanted to fight at first

For the man of the hour

Baby, you know who you are

And i been all around the world

The sequel to the first

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

You bulemic, struggling niggas ain’t eating supper

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between