This is a song about "Halfway nbsp crooks"

I got a lot to say, i don't hold my tongue

Apprehending all the crooks was my intention,

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

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

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

That you're even a halfway decent opponent.

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

I've got so much to say

Like im bout catch, a halfway

The misery comes back and the walls crash halfway

So hit me with them cups, ron artest stepen jackson, yea

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Crooks with coolers filled with brews are colder