This is a song about "Kristis a crook"

I'm screaming "maybach!" til i'm rich

Hit a bitch, gain a stitch

You claim you a thug crook a drug cook you ain't it

Sippin then call a cab nobody know their limit

Smoke ? you know it taste good

To this crook, never booked

Its gonna be a a test

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

I'm a liar, i'm a sinner

To the homestead suites to drink liquor

Now im mad at the hood like a crook

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

Before evil took, over my brain, you shot the crook