This is a song about "Half breed"

In half it will happen

I pop one, you pop one

My team getting digits

Just read half of these lyrics,

Kill it, leave it half filled,

If i lost you be patient

We're the tip-top of hip-hop, breed rhyme stars,

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

Hands on the pump, makem jump when its cocked backfuckem all they're bitches inside a world of weak

You look like a hallucination from speed, a rejected breed, victim of an pro's creed/

Our friendship grew, we were another's half

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

It’s the way life is it’s the way that they breed em

And all the girls we knew that screamed fuck you going let me then

But two parts each bein half.

You can't be wiping your ass