This is a song about "Crooked i"

Before you know it, she workin', jerkin' it nonstop

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

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

They leave...u-turn...customers, we serve em right

I regret how i treated you

I really love my miami crew

So im like fuck it, im out get on your head

Head so big i got a crooked neck

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

Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings

When i'm in the dmv i hit the home wale

Crooked neighbourhood, you either dead or in jail

Into something with swag, nigga, don't be mad

Shook ones get crooked funds for being wack

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

You always say you wasn't ready for no man