This is a song about "Semi trucks"

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?"

We can talk things over a little a while

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

You hear that semi clap/ homie you betta dip

Fuck wolf gang, fuck what? here let's take a trip

Tie titanium around their neck and watch em panic

My rhymes are machine guns, semi-automatic

I keep a level head, gettin high layin low

But he is so semi and skinny eya-eya o

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

Pushin permanent twistin i'm on a mission got me on the mashtried to dig, you was screamin when i did

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

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick