This is a song about "Crooked lining"

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,

Since back in high school, we was true, me and you

The cops dont do nothin because they crooked too

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

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

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

The cia introduced the cocaine, it was crooked rough,

And everybody grieves, but still nobody seesrecollect your thoughts don't get caught up in the mix

Bitches lining up lines snortin like its a banquet, so high bitches leaving me babies in baskets,

Cabo to jamaica every weekend honey moon and you

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

Like sally mae on college debt

Head so big i got a crooked neck