This is a song about "Crooks"

I got a fetish for fresh, i'm a clean crook

Warriors, crooks, spartan army's and foot

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

Crooks with coolers filled with brews are colder

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

If he don't show up, think i can take his place

Semis rip bodies to shreds as crooks die behind rusty locks

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

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

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

Apprehending all the crooks was my intention,

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son