This is a song about "Half a mill in 20s like a"

Niggas talkin' greasy, i'm the one that gave them they chance

Nigga, i'm a samurai, cut your skinny ass in half//

Write a 16 in half an hour,

You know...you know who you are

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

My life is twisted like it's licorice, i got a half hour,

What's it you're missing oh yeah skill like you have a mill

This rozay, wale, gunplay, and that nigga pill

I keep the rhymes flowing like a wind mill

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

But real freaky in tha darkplus i got some enemies, baby

I guess i crunched yo bones in half, a machine like ed reed built me

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

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