This is a song about "Crooks castles"

Warriors, crooks, spartan army's and foot

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

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

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

Apprehending all the crooks was my intention,

And then along came the wrong man for her

Crooks with coolers filled with brews are colder

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

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

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

Semis rip bodies to shreds as crooks die behind rusty locks

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box