This is a song about "Crooked hairline"

In the futuren, truly yours , wale

Crooked neighbourhood, you either dead or in jail

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

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

All the young motherfuckers that was took in they prime

And watch seja retreat and disappear like sarthaks hairline

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

Lord forgive me i'm trying, know i ain't living right

And no matter what they do, there will never be another you

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

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

This crooked n' possessed world we living in

I'm on point baby, ready to stick you

The cops dont do nothin because they crooked too

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

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks