This is a song about "Semi"

But he is so semi and skinny eya-eya o

Let me say this shit in slow-mo, homo

That's life shit alright, shit, i could call you right quick

My rhymes are machine guns, semi-automatic

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

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

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

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

Or any grand thefts, man i don't give a fuck

Clippers with the semi, cut you niggas up,

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

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

Respect still there but ya boy's right here

Semi-automatic, i spit real