This is a song about "Semi auto"

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

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

Feeling like it’s ramadan and i just need a bite quick

My rhymes are machine guns, semi-automatic

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

I still be splitting women like a bogus hocus-pocus act

Cuz when the press get this verse, their sure to press rewind

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

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

Beautiful music, painting pictures that be my vision

Probably won't last long, you know it's been a while

That i couldn't leave even semi-free on cinco de mile*

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

You hear that semi clap/ homie you betta dip