This is a song about "Crooks creeds"

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

Semis rip bodies to shreds as crooks die behind rusty locks

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

And hot dayscocking my heat shooting it sideways

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

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

Apprehending all the crooks was my intention,

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

Two chains, two guns, he bipolar

Crooks with coolers filled with brews are colder

Warriors, crooks, spartan army's and foot

Call me a product of my own damn hood