This is a song about "Crooked hairline"

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

He seeing double thats a crooked eye/

While ruthless kingpins (rush to the top) with crooked winnings

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

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

Every since then our whole city been horrible

And watch seja retreat and disappear like sarthaks hairline

On the phone, cooking dope, at the same damn time

And i'd like to serenade you for every day you

The cops dont do nothin because they crooked too

And people call me a user, but i want you

The cops dont do nothin because they crooked too

Head so big i got a crooked neck

You tryin hard to maintain, then go head

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

Beat is my whore get get up on it like a boner