This is a song about "The other half of me"

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

The half other is second guessing me

Half my family and friends on top of me

Now i can draw your face up pretty

Ghandi and the dalai lama and other words, shit they sound like a bag of weed for me

Damn, why they take another soldier?i load my clip before my eyes blurry, don't worry

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

The roadrunner follows the path of no other

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Other rappers should beware of me

Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Multisyllabic and internal rhymes about conscious topics, creating the

Big mac in one hand and the other givin' a salute, reminded me of nirvana

But im not sure because half the time its magic to me

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free