This is a song about "The splits"

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

Froze my bank account and seized my guarantee

Say bye bye to her

For the man of the hour

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

We self-made but never is an i on the team

The realist in the game

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

It’s me and my nigga there until i’m a millionaire

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

Just as you rose you will fall

From the bench to the ball

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

The more battles the better the flows

Eyes poked out the the raven

Yeah bitch this date's done