This is a song about "Half assin"

Six and a half million

Work straight out the kitchen

We ain't hear to hurt nobody

That's half you emcees if you ask me,

It’s no days off, you ain't doing shit

Incompetent ain't the half of it

Introducing the half faggot back packer

We gotta search our soul to find out, what we're after

No one even know the half,

Smoke more junk while the junkies laugh

You got some half baked lyrics

She likes the way it hits her lips

Kill it, leave it half filled,

I promise to keep it honest

Blow my smoke out the window, dropping ashes on the bridge

You think you god now you half assin rap little faggot bitch