This is a song about "Crooked i"

Boy i think i i hit the jackpot

I can only imagine, uncle bob

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

Wakin up with a crooked smile but aint shit outchea funny

And i think i like her

Talk to the mirror

The cops dont do nothin because they crooked too

I don't mean to matthew kemp you, but shit you

And i ain’t gotta say i’m fly, this g5 with the crew

The cops dont do nothin because they crooked too

Well look, if you don't talk, i mean these sessions are going to go slower

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