This is a song about "Semi auto"

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

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

Cause maybe the devil son, shoot you with my semi-gun, your done.

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

In fact, creeping' through the corners semi slaughter bloody water

Set in store through each sore formed by this semi-auto repeater

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

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

Did you have fun?cause i'mma need a cab just to get me homemaybe you could call in sick

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

I'll get to cocking back the semi

I reflect the past, i remember last living in a semi detached,

Even now i keep a frown when i come arounddon't ask me about tha past

But he is so semi and skinny eya-eya o

I caught a felony loving the way the guns blow