This is a song about "Crooked carl"

Shook ones get crooked funds for being wack

Like my old prom suit that i wore with the tag

Got a whole lotta bmi checks in the mail

Crooked neighbourhood, you either dead or in jail

Everybody knows that the best mcee is carl c

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

Head so big i got a crooked neck

I get mine and i bounce like a bad check

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

Let's keep it g, nobody see you when you being humble

Indulging a meal when a toilet's in sight

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

You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha

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