This is a song about "Half of the time"

Me , top of the flag pole u half mast

Yeah talking boutbad bitch,good weed,purple drank

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

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

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

You aint see the half of it, not even a fraction

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

Half of the world sees success in me

Into half of the woman that she used to be yesterday.

Young nigga from the bottom and i never had a way

You dont know the half of the fraction smooth no traction

Forever blastin'bitches ain't ready for this thug passion