This is a song about "Crooked america"

But that's a lie, so give this thug a tryi'd rather be ya nigga

Where's your bars about money? for fuck sake you're from america,

But that's just how america is

Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces

Shit, that's most of america, with neighborhoods devastated,

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

Your bitch got the tendency to run and check the mail

Crooked neighbourhood, you either dead or in jail

It was like balancing a house of cards on a crooked table,

I can make music that makes sense, but not meant to be stable

With phony politicians standing slanting unsteadily crooked

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

Head so big i got a crooked neck

Head first in that goddamn river, you're dead

We exclusive, they be talking but they never do shit

Turned america into a world where everything's intercepted