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

Niggas can't see mei dedicate this to you punk motherfuckers!this one's for you, big baby

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

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

Half my family and friends on top of me

Funeral drama, niggas mystery baby mamas

Cuz this world is half evil and the other is filled with darkness

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

The half other is second guessing me

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

Was just such a fufilling feeling, we stuck in the building

Getting me back, i got other options, plenty of fish in the sea/

Loaded that clip and then said bang, the drama it bring is crazy

& i'm raw so no chance of me becoming any other than the best

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent