This is a song about "Halfway crooks"

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

That you're even a halfway decent opponent.

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

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

Like im bout catch, a halfway

I was raised this way

Semis rip bodies to shreds as crooks die behind rusty locks

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

Apprehending all the crooks was my intention,

Put them out randomly hopin' that i get some

My window is a book and i'm a fuckin' crook

Warriors, crooks, spartan army's and foot

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Crooks with coolers filled with brews are colder

Im there halfway, tripping in the half house

Freakin' out all i see is clouds