This is a song about "Crooks creeds"

Put expressions in their music and create the face

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

Apprehending all the crooks was my intention,

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

Semis rip bodies to shreds as crooks die behind rusty locks

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

Little gate, little fence - i climbed over

Crooks with coolers filled with brews are colder

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

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

Warriors, crooks, spartan army's and foot

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would