This is a song about "Crooked"

Shook ones get crooked funds for being wack

I don't know why i'm even on this track

This crooked n' possessed world we living in

What's you motivation, huh, what's your motivation

Head so big i got a crooked neck

So if i do call it's just a check

So we argue and play fight, all day and night

Private flights, bookin' 'em, crooked, shinin' bright,

But until then, i gotta do what i doand stay a crooked nigga too

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Take my umbrella-ella and stab-ab a crooked promoter/

The crooked path i follow, i wish upon no soul.

To clear my head i'm feelin low, losin control

The cops dont do nothin because they crooked too

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue