This is a song about "Halfway crooks"

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots

Semis rip bodies to shreds as crooks die behind rusty locks

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

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

Im there halfway, tripping in the half house

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good

Warriors, crooks, spartan army's and foot

You know...you know who you are

Crooks with coolers filled with brews are colder

Like im bout catch, a halfway

Got problems, what? i can't say

I do not know how that dead body got inside of my trunk

That you're even a halfway decent opponent.

6 months, right back on the damn block anyway

The misery comes back and the walls crash halfway