This is a song about "Crooked hairline"

But until then, i gotta do what i doand stay a crooked nigga too

Hoping that the material possesions can materialise to a better you

Chevy filled up on petrol, times like this i just roll

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

Wakin up with a crooked smile but aint shit outchea funny

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Head so big i got a crooked neck

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

But this card i'm trickin' with got no limit right

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

Shook ones get crooked funds for being wack

She just laughs as her life starts flashing back

Them other niggas smoke, they ain't this high

He seeing double thats a crooked eye/

This crooked n' possessed world we living in

First off congratulations on the win