This is a song about "Semi auto"

I'm seeing things that's being mean making me sick

My rhymes are machine guns, semi-automatic

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

And, when them haters try to see me im cocking the semi

But he is so semi and skinny eya-eya o

In the front row at a holy justin bieber show

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

You talk like grand theft auto when you're just swiping wallets

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

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

But at times unnessecary, i'm gettin worriedteardrops and closed caskets, the three strikes law is drastic

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