This is a song about "Halfway crooks"

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could

Warriors, crooks, spartan army's and foot

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

Semis rip bodies to shreds as crooks die behind rusty locks

See, i like the person that you are

Crooks with coolers filled with brews are colder

Apprehending all the crooks was my intention,

Who endorse them, should pull the plug and stick a fork in them

I got a question for ya, little somethin to say

The misery comes back and the walls crash halfway

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

That you're even a halfway decent opponent.

Underrated that's temporarily for the moment

If you out there let me hear you say

Like im bout catch, a halfway