This is a song about "Crooks castles"

Warriors, crooks, spartan army's and foot

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

Apprehending all the crooks was my intention,

To speak from the soul and just leave it with them

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Crooks with coolers filled with brews are colder

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

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

Semis rip bodies to shreds as crooks die behind rusty locks

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

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

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

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