This is a song about "Semi trucks"

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

To feed my belly i go round town, toastin the semi

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

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

I'm boss like van damme with the trucks

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

I'll get to cocking back the semi

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

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

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

What happened to em, innocently used to play with and adore toy trucks

Flee as i pry his blood, right by this trucks underneath

I still wonder while you little niggas still breathe