This is a song about "Kristis a crook"

A store that dosen't get a

Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga

To this crook, never booked

My nigga, no hook

Damn i’m no good, but damn it’s so good

Now im mad at the hood like a crook

A crook they call me a psychopath

Hey, i get bored so fast that they won’t last

See the feds and tap out that's wrestler shit

Its a challenge breaking a habit

Yup you got a lot a

My all gold rolly or the

There's no place in the world for a half way crook

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

Her body's been paranormal since buying that pair of titties, look

A storybook is read but overlooked, a quiet uncommon crook, a schnook,