This is a song about "Semi"

I got a semi rapper in ma genes

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

Candies in my pocket, i see you niggas on easter

Set in store through each sore formed by this semi-auto repeater

All my love to these queens in here

Semi-automatic, i spit real

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

Like semi-automatic bullets that are set to blow your mind

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

My insecurities and worries shall be no longer

You hear that semi clap/ homie you betta dip

Don't believe me? then watch me empty out a full clip

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

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