This is a song about "Crooked lining"

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling

I'll #divide the fine lining that exposes your whining

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

Shit is crooked on the surface, insecure they're looking at ya,

Shook ones get crooked funds for being wack

Ball dreams of being pointguard was off limits jack

Busting off, tryna touch the sky

He seeing double thats a crooked eye/

Wakin up with a crooked smile but aint shit outchea funny

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

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

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

But i'm a lazy boy but there's change in my lining

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

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole