This is a song about "Splitting her in half"

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

There's no place in the world for a half way crook

Half the kids, trapped in this, black abyss, of criminal life thinking

You look sweet enough to make a nigga need a filling

In half it will happen

I told him get his 9 and run

Half of the world sees success in me

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Slice ya in half like a cartoon

Seen blood, sweat and tears like a locker room

Energized and still going

See i was only half in

Cut 'em in half half way to the gymnasium with my axe

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Write a 16 in half an hour,

Something worth dying for