This is a song about "Crooked america"

Cause america the terror of,

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

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

While ruthless kingpins (rush to the top) with crooked winnings

That we’ve been confined to, so the corporate won’t make decisions

He seeing double thats a crooked eye/

Live off my lie and my lullaby

That to white, middle class america needs explainin',

And if you see a whack artist do more than boo him

He can finally help me masturbate and read fan mail

Crooked neighbourhood, you either dead or in jail

But that's just how america is

Thug shit, i keep a beamed out fifth

You're in the presence of a player, i'd rather be ya nigga

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