This is a song about "Become the semi automatic"

I'm an automatic spittin bullets hittin the listener

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

Said i'll return but i gotta fight the fate's arrived

Like semi-automatic bullets that are set to blow your mind

Learn to protect my family when a faggot walks up hit em with the automatic

Do it like tonyfuck her friendthen i pass her to the big homiegot a sign on my dick

I reflect the past, i remember last living in a semi detached,

Even now i keep a frown when i come arounddon't ask me about tha past

My rhymes are machine guns, semi-automatic

What you tripping on?see, i'm the spoiled chick

Did you have fun?cause i'mma need a cab just to get me homemaybe you could call in sick

Refrain from being semi-automatic/ just remember they are pathetic

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

To feed my belly i go round town, toastin the semi

Nigeria inspired the talk drum

If the coach knew what he would have become