This is a song about "Halfway crooks"

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Apprehending all the crooks was my intention,

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

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for

Crooks with coolers filled with brews are colder

There's nothing he can do, he let it get away

The misery comes back and the walls crash halfway

Warriors, crooks, spartan army's and foot

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

It came to the point he couldn't look 'em in the face

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

Im there halfway, tripping in the half house

From the projects to the penthouse

That you're even a halfway decent opponent.

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust