This is a song about "Halfway crooks"

That was just the beginning it's not over

Crooks with coolers filled with brews are colder

Drinking sake on a suzuki we in osaka bay

The misery comes back and the walls crash halfway

Like im bout catch, a halfway

I make forty-some dollars a day

Semis rip bodies to shreds as crooks die behind rusty locks

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

I'm chicken stripping off your lil blouse

Im there halfway, tripping in the half house

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

Apprehending all the crooks was my intention,

Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust

That you're even a halfway decent opponent.

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

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