This is a song about "Halfway nbsp crooks"

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

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

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days

Like im bout catch, a halfway

Why i can't move away

Crooks with coolers filled with brews are colder

Ay yo you wonder who i are

The misery comes back and the walls crash halfway

Whoa, umm, it seems you had a lot to say

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,

Use my watch as a pawn to get your queen took

Warriors, crooks, spartan army's and foot

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

Apprehending all the crooks was my intention,