This is a song about "Kristis a crook"

Does a stripper love to shake that ass

A crook they call me a psychopath

Back when crack was enormous

You're a porch, i'm a fortress.

A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon

Move on, a war going on outside no one is safe from

Dude wise up don't end a crook nude lies she's a good brook

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

How can i convey this

Spit a poem or a diss

Now you can feel itit's a potion for my niggas in motion

But the crook is never took, you know the cops won't find him

A store that dosen't get a

Yeah, one time for the

Like a baby without a diaper

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir