This is a song about "The splits"

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

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

I'm in the the real world

Long as she come to me first

All my shit designeri fucked your bitch in versace, nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

I bring the heat like the

You made me wanna

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

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

I got some fire and shit

The dopest on the planet

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

Put expressions in their music and create the face

The more battles the better the flows

Ain't no women at the shows