This is a song about "Halfway crooks"

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

The misery comes back and the walls crash halfway

Semis rip bodies to shreds as crooks die behind rusty locks

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

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

Love the game though this is coming from a different place

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

I'm on a thousand islands like mcdonald's cows

Im there halfway, tripping in the half house

Like im bout catch, a halfway

Few chips, i get out n' spray

That you're even a halfway decent opponent.

I got a penny in my pocket, million in the trunk

Crooks with coolers filled with brews are colder

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her