This is a song about "Semi colons"

But he is so semi and skinny eya-eya o

Nigga, i got that dilla, premo, swizzy flow

You're goin' to hear this and begin to ride on my dick

My rhymes are machine guns, semi-automatic

Quit trying to be somebody's boss and be a leader

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

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

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

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

If i don't get props for my rapping, #colons will launch the #fire #at you/

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

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

Semi automatics blow you into fragments, the coroner like, "what the fuck happened?"