This is a song about "Half"

Just read half of these lyrics,

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Felt like the towers when the planes went on crash

He always was troubled since six and a half,

Put the purp in the blunt

Half smart as forrest gump,

The half black jewish canadian, eh?

(ball so hard) bitch, behave, just might let you meet 'ye

Quite baked but half awake

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

And man, i'm a samurai, cut your skinny ass in half

We've seen a half a milli dashin out there on the queens half

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

For those whey no fit dey fix son

Six and a half million