This is a song about "Crooked i"

You see him as a god

I though i was red hot

Verse two:yeah niggai got tha word as hellya blew trial and tha judge gave you

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

But i swear i don't bite,

Halfback toss to right

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

To take all those wrongs and make them right

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

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

Word to lethargy hardly will i ever lie

He seeing double thats a crooked eye/

With phony politicians standing slanting unsteadily crooked

Trust me these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did