This is a song about "Halfway nbsp crooks"

That you're even a halfway decent opponent.

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

Im there halfway, tripping in the half house

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

And that’s a scary thing, i try to duck em good

Warriors, crooks, spartan army's and foot

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

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

Crooks with coolers filled with brews are colder

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

The misery comes back and the walls crash halfway

Mary jane keeps me high like every day

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

Apprehending all the crooks was my intention,

Like im bout catch, a halfway

But keep them cigarettes away