This is a song about "Semi auto"

I want diamonds too, ronnie on player's club

Clippers with the semi, cut you niggas up,

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

And in my mind's eye i see this place, the players go in fast

Like semi-automatic bullets that are set to blow your mind

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

At the age of 16, credit card scam schemes

I got a semi rapper in ma genes

Pushin permanent twistin i'm on a mission got me on the mashtried to dig, you was screamin when i did

Totin/ semi automatics i blow apart the demographic and stretch it to shreds like mr. fantastic

Yellow diamonds in my ear

Semi-automatic, i spit real