This is a song about "Half life 3"

We have nothing in common

Verse 3(i prefer this one):

But two parts each bein half.

Your life is a product of trash

Half the kids, trapped in this, black abyss, of criminal life thinking

I'm a form a petition, someone gotta be listening

Lookin at you rappers, ya'll dont even deserve half a life

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Callin' these bitches cuz bitches ain't even women

1, 2, 3 people in 1, life for me, is it done?

Sleepless stupor, 3 am

They be like damn