This is a song about "My better half"

I like rollin' with friends

Tryna meet my half ends

She likes the way it hits her lips

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

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

Presidential suite and bitch, i never use my right to vote

Them other niggas smoke, they ain't this high

Half of my game? yo, that shit be a lie

Yeah, i know, that's what they all say

Better hide when my bombers play

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

Not king james, these were coke kings

Till my mind gets better

My records sell, yes sir

In fact i snack on my prey, half of the game is still back in shacks,

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats