This is a song about "Crooks castles"

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

Semis rip bodies to shreds as crooks die behind rusty locks

I want to fight the music on this one

Apprehending all the crooks was my intention,

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

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

Crooks with coolers filled with brews are colder

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

Warriors, crooks, spartan army's and foot

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//

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

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave