This is a song about "Semi colons"

Suckin on the barrel of my semi automatic

If i give a fuck, it's probably from my dick

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

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

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

Even now i keep a frown when i come arounddon't ask me about tha past

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

I know they gon' see me unless they senile

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

But he is so semi and skinny eya-eya o

I keep a level head, gettin high layin low

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