This is a song about "Crook"

Now im mad at the hood like a crook

Call me a product of my own damn hood

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

Confuse onlookers, as this crook is serving you from a jug

And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that

You claim you a thug crook a drug cook you ain't it

But the crook is never took, you know the cops won't find him

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

Before evil took, over my brain, you shot the crook

So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would

To this crook, never booked

Lobsters and shrimp im good

A storybook is read but overlooked, a quiet uncommon crook, a schnook,

Her body's been paranormal since buying that pair of titties, look

That the crook just took over so book

I got a fetish for fresh, i'm a clean crook