This is a song about "Halfway crooks"

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

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

Without a doubt, a sure-fire way to get your mother fucked

That you're even a halfway decent opponent.

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

Semis rip bodies to shreds as crooks die behind rusty locks

Nothing but my dreams matterhoping for better days

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

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

Crooks with coolers filled with brews are colder

I'm in the middle of a bad bitch sandwich, yea

The misery comes back and the walls crash halfway

Im on, im on tha way

Like im bout catch, a halfway

So just let me get it, girlwhen it's all said and done

Apprehending all the crooks was my intention,