This is a song about "Crooks"

I want to fight the music on this one

Apprehending all the crooks was my intention,

Use my watch as a pawn to get your queen took

Warriors, crooks, spartan army's and foot

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

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

Crooks with coolers filled with brews are colder

I never use a fork i always spoon her

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

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

Semis rip bodies to shreds as crooks die behind rusty locks