This is a song about "Semi trucks"

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

In fact, creeping' through the corners semi slaughter bloody water

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

I'll get to cocking back the semi

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

My rhymes are machine guns, semi-automatic

Shame on themyour legs too little and your t-shirt big

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

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

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

So you can see why they mad, look at they status

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

Probably won't last long, you know it's been a while