This is a song about "Semi automatics"

Lincoln just said that to save the nationthese are lies that we all accepted

Refrain from being semi-automatic/ just remember they are pathetic

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

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

To see me and my chicks in dkny kicks

Vocals release shells like automatics

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

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

Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic

My rhymes are machine guns, semi-automatic

Bats and hatchets at the ratchet rappers, automatics,

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

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

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son