This is a song about "Halfway nbsp crooks"

Im there halfway, tripping in the half house

From the projects to the penthouse

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Semis rip bodies to shreds as crooks die behind rusty locks

She gon’ ride this dick, i had a long day

The misery comes back and the walls crash 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

He said that he rather put the pump to his face

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

Good love then i can do that for her

Crooks with coolers filled with brews are colder

That you're even a halfway decent opponent.

What the fuck? gee willikers and no, i'm not drunk

Warriors, crooks, spartan army's and foot

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good