This is a song about "Half a punkin"

Jim chose to give his work to smash in dough

Do you remember a half hour ago?

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

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

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

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

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

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

Half the time it feels like being hit with a puck

Rapping roulette, this life is a drug

With a man whos half the size inside

So we argue and play fight, all day and night