This is a song about "Halfway nbsp crooks"

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

If he don't show up, think i can take his place

Backwoods in my ashtray

Like im bout catch, a halfway

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

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

Apprehending all the crooks was my intention,

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

That you're even a halfway decent opponent.

Warriors, crooks, spartan army's and foot

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

Just lay your head on my shoulder

Crooks with coolers filled with brews are colder

And talking shit we gon' party all day

The misery comes back and the walls crash halfway