This is a song about "Halfway nbsp crooks"

I'm gettin discouraged with her

Crooks with coolers filled with brews are colder

That you're even a halfway decent opponent.

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

Im there halfway, tripping in the half house

From the projects to the penthouse

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,

He said that he rather put the pump to his face

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

Warriors, crooks, spartan army's and foot

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

Semis rip bodies to shreds as crooks die behind rusty locks

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

Get a glass and put chris on, yea

Like im bout catch, a halfway