This is a song about "Half fagggot backpacker"

Two whips, six tattoos, no kids

Just read half of these lyrics,

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

Tryna meet my half ends

Cause he tried to educate and liberate all blacks

I was only supposed to swallow a half

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

I had beautiful words but girls never listened

Im not a backpacker who keeps it strictly lyrical

10 million off of mixtapes before i drop a single

So part of the plan

If he got half a man,

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

And i'm action packed and soon be stackin' plaques, a backpacker,

Cut 'em in half half way to the gymnasium with my axe

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks