This is a song about "Crooks castles"

The most of insane of the crooks, got my fame in the books,

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

These lame crooks just tryna make a quick buck off of faith,

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

Semis rip bodies to shreds as crooks die behind rusty locks

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

Crooks with coolers filled with brews are colder

Damn i’m no good, but damn it’s so good

Warriors, crooks, spartan army's and foot

Apprehending all the crooks was my intention,

With a ski maski'm the first one to warn them

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

Aiming for the stars with bars hitting hard as catapults making castles shake//