This is a song about "Crooked nigga too"

Poppa took the television, but left the radio

But its too late nigga im letting them rifle shots go

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice

(ain't too proud 2 beg), pssh, nigga please

Head so big i got a crooked neck

Im trying to see her in bed

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

The cia introduced the cocaine, it was crooked rough,

Welcome to the euphoria of cocaine without able

It was like balancing a house of cards on a crooked table,

Rather live alone forever than live a lie

He seeing double thats a crooked eye/

Battle section is good and all, but for a wild nigga like me, that shits too small

Im going, i gotto, this is my motto stand tall, and fuck them all

(ain't too proud 2 beg), pssh, nigga please

... club, we'll be actin' real nice