This is a song about "Crooks castles"

And me? i'm fresh prince, i'm will smith to the hood

Warriors, crooks, spartan army's and foot

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

If he don't show up, think i can take his place

Crooks with coolers filled with brews are colder

Just lay your head on my shoulder

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Semis rip bodies to shreds as crooks die behind rusty locks

I ain't really into sports, that's just where i'm from

Apprehending all the crooks was my intention,

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

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

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