This is a song about "Half of the time"

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

She gon' shake that little ass while they rain with that cash

I delete they history

Half of the world sees success in me

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

Half of the rappers are soft as a marshmellow all puff

Since the dawn of my time

Fight for what broad, these hoes ain't mine

You dont know the half of the fraction smooth no traction

I got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at thug's mansion

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Me , top of the flag pole u half mast

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

This murder on every track, this verse is an epitaph

Part of me praised and the other half claimed atrocity.

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three