This is a song about "Semi"

Clippers with the semi, cut you niggas up,

And the governor couldn’t give one fuck

I think faster than semi automatic,i make people disappear with this magic

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

Push the cellar ceiling up and make the tower tip

My rhymes are machine guns, semi-automatic

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

Semi automatics blow you into fragments, the coroner like, "what the fuck happened?"

To feed my belly i go round town, toastin the semi

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Fuck wolf gang, fuck what? here let's take a trip

You hear that semi clap/ homie you betta dip

And she throws up whatever she eats

I got a semi rapper in ma genes

Suckin on the barrel of my semi automatic

If i give a fuck, it's probably from my dick