This is a song about "Crooked hairline"

Lay down, relax, climax, let me bite you

The cops dont do nothin because they crooked too

I dodge em like clippers to a hairline that's receding

If i got all y'all, there won't be no sense in cheating

This crooked n' possessed world we living in

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

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

Worse than the others -- bill clinton, mr. bob dole

But i was plotting on you, i really wish that i'd have got to know you

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

Rebound slow you down but you gotta exhale

Crooked neighbourhood, you either dead or in jail

The lights may flicker, your face feels red

Head so big i got a crooked neck

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,