This is a song about "Become the semi automatic"

I'm why baby mamas leave

Its become one of the routines

Trust me these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did

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

My rhymes are machine guns, semi-automatic

Ain't nothing changed since the sadder day, dig

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

I'm an automatic spittin bullets hittin the listener

K9's all in the kitchen way before i even heard of mike vick

Suckin on the barrel of my semi automatic

Phone calls from my niggas on the, other side

Become the greatest rapper since pac died

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

Tryin' do right by you got me here

Semi-automatic, i spit real