This is a song about "Semi"

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

Now i'm taking these pills and i ain't even sick

Suckin on the barrel of my semi automatic

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?"

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

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

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

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

I want diamonds too, ronnie on player's club

Clippers with the semi, cut you niggas up,

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

The answer is the lord like saturday night fever