This is a song about "Crooked lining"

Crooked neighbourhood, you either dead or in jail

We broke and that dough coming slow as a snail

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

Havoc on the track boi, grab it hold it tight

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

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Shook ones get crooked funds for being wack

Cause you're the worst best girlfriend i ever had

I'm talking ambition, i could spell it for you

The cops dont do nothin because they crooked too

Don't want to be the king

Finding that silver lining

Head so big i got a crooked neck

My god come before this bread