This is a song about "Crooked lining"

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Wakin up with a crooked smile but aint shit outchea funny

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,

The cops dont do nothin because they crooked too

Of the picture punchline figured out, ahh i get you

Mic defibrillator give you haters heart attacks in advance

You wanna see my math notebook, you see lining bar plans

The cia introduced the cocaine, it was crooked rough,

Why are we still conversing when i'm sure you've heard the chorus

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

So the devil that drove in her got in control

After your hoes leave the jets' hangout

Toy graffers i'm lining out