This is a song about "Crooked cops"

They know they shouldn't touch me like the third rail

Crooked neighbourhood, you either dead or in jail

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

With phony politicians standing slanting unsteadily crooked

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

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

He seeing double thats a crooked eye/

I bet you've never seen a pig fly

See i know when the harsh reality take it's toll

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

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

Runnin', runnin' from the same cops

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

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

And this baby daddy, is new to the family

Wakin up with a crooked smile but aint shit outchea funny