This is a song about "The splits"

The sequel to the first

May not change the world

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

Black fours red drop head doors

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

The more battles the better the flows

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

Spit that raw shit, y'all some talkative condoms, fall back

For the man of the hour

When we not in summer

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

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

You're the snow, i'm the sun

On the bible you can run

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

The realist in the game