This is a song about "Half time"

So nigga listen you can probably learn a lesson perhaps

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

For half of the time, who's the mastermind behind that little line

Put my plight in the verse, i bring ‘em closer to mine

This how i hear it different

I faced up to time, sold half my trust

See i was only half in

It ain't where i been

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

But im not sure because half the time its magic to me

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

Half the time it feels like being hit with a puck

Our friendship grew, we were another's half

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

Introducing the half faggot back packer