This is a song about "Crooks"

Warriors, crooks, spartan army's and foot

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

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

Crooks with coolers filled with brews are colder

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

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

Love the game know this is coming from a different 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

9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son

Apprehending all the crooks was my intention,