This is a song about "Crooks castles"

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

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

Apprehending all the crooks was my intention,

But i'm sorry for the damage i have done

Crooks with coolers filled with brews are colder

"contemplate", i wrote about 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//

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

Semis rip bodies to shreds as crooks die behind rusty locks

Warriors, crooks, spartan army's and foot

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good

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

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space