This is a song about "Crooked america"

T.i., ludacris, jay electron', b.o.b shocks america,

Embrace my words make the world changeand still i smile nigga

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

Every since then our whole city been horrible

Wakin up with a crooked smile but aint shit outchea funny

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Your a shell of a mani lost respect for you nigga

Flow exported i was born in america

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

This crooked n' possessed world we living in

A criminal grind nigga

God bless america

All my shit designeri fucked your bitch in versace, nigga

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

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

Shit is crooked on the surface, insecure they're looking at ya,