This is a song about "Crooked i"

But you done got thick on a nigga, god damn

Yeah i think i can.. no i know i can,

Get your paper, see you later

And i think i like her

I know thats what i trust

But nah, he is quite different

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

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

In the futuren, truly yours , wale

Crooked neighbourhood, you either dead or in jail

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

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

Which you know i'm different, right

But i swear i don't bite,