This is a song about "Crooked i"

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

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

He seeing double thats a crooked eye/

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

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

Meetin' fuckin' hoes on the road, it's takin its toll

Paid well, like she supposed to, i'm a made man

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

I regret how i treated you

Niggas that guided me through

Jungle fever for the night

But i swear i don't bite,

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

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for