This is a song about "First semi automatic"

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

You're fired and tired, you can't stay up like a limp dick

I'll get to cocking back the semi

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

I'm an automatic spittin bullets hittin the listener

You just need to know i’m comin’, i’ll kill you niggas this summer

I got a semi rapper in ma genes

Everything ain't what it seems

But still homey keep it real, how does it feel

Semi-automatic, i spit real

When i put my tongue on automatic im the first in the draft pick

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that

Distract ya, fully automatic acid trap,