This is a song about "Crooks castles"

Crooks with coolers filled with brews are colder

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

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//

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

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

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

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

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

Apprehending all the crooks was my intention,

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

Warriors, crooks, spartan army's and foot

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Semis rip bodies to shreds as crooks die behind rusty locks