This is a song about "Halfway nbsp"

All them niggas pitch verbs, so they say

Like im bout catch, a halfway

Im there halfway, tripping in the half house

So it’s more for me, she invited me in her mouth

That you're even a halfway decent opponent.

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

When i step off the curb, then, they on they way

The misery comes back and the walls crash halfway