This is a song about "Become the semi automatic"

You say the words that can get me back in focuswhen i was sick as a little kid

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

In fact, creeping' through the corners semi slaughter bloody water

My insecurities and worries shall be no longer

To the jurrasic, in fact the nack's almost automatic

Push the cellar ceiling up and make the tower tip

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

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

Dutty wine for access, show me your neck

Hence thugs have become the number one threat

But this real, fuck how you feel

Semi-automatic, i spit real

Unless it's steve harvey's buff sister trying to jerk my dick

My rhymes are machine guns, semi-automatic

I don't care about your drive unless you talkin' ridin' dick

Suckin on the barrel of my semi automatic