This is a song about "1 and a half anniversary"

I was sitting on the couch reading yellow paper

Taker kicked out twice at 2 and a half, so did baker

You're a shit stain of a dim dame with my disdain and a half grin

But buy a .44, blasting at playa haterswanting more with a thug passion

Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run

To eat a half a cup of cinnamon i was inspired rap by my brother and eminem

But i didn't cross the line until the bridge hit it, troll

Half mammal, and part tasty animal, playin whack a mole

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

Not half bad and make it bloody like a chick on a bad rag

And our new leader ain't jesus 'cuz he's a half-black bitch,

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message