This is a song about "Half day"

Incompetent ain't the half of it

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

And i got nieces who need me they fathers ain't important

And maybe if i just drink half i'll be half buzzed

Needlin' through his day to day

Momma say, you making me lose pay

Our friendship grew, we were another's half

You could ask her ass, i would dash and laugh

So much class, double d’s and ass

You don't even know half

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

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

Girls fast how jamaicans run

Six and a half million

Introducing the half faggot back packer

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her