This is a song about "Crooked i"

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole

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

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

I go in i go hard i go ham, i don't stop

Hoping that the material possesions can materialise to a better you

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

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

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

Straight bad bitches i run, through

I regret how i treated you

Got a whole lotta bmi checks in the mail

Crooked neighbourhood, you either dead or in jail

This crooked n' possessed world we living in

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

Kick back and know yo son set

Head so big i got a crooked neck