This is a song about "Crooks castles"

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

Semis rip bodies to shreds as crooks die behind rusty locks

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

Crooks with coolers filled with brews are colder

Apprehending all the crooks was my intention,

I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one

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

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

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

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

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

Warriors, crooks, spartan army's and foot

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