This is a song about "My better half"

Better hide when my bombers play

Cause i ain't really care what the rest say

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

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats

Half my family and friends on top of me

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

Half my load, figuring out shit on my own the the dicinchi code,

I know you get lonely when i ain’t home, on the road

I flash smiles at the mean looks

My raps is better then yours

Fuck them, fly together

Till my mind gets better

Do he make you feel important than how you felt before

Better tell me the truth because my foot is half out the door

Cause innocent women’ll stalk you if you fuck em good

I mean shit, half my senior class done went and got arrested/