This is a song about "Crooked nigga too"

Like being garbage some type of disease

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

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

With phony politicians standing slanting unsteadily crooked

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

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

I got six clips to the fuckin' duct tape

I don't need ya' love nigga it's too late,

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

This shits too fine nigga i don't mind , time for this rap to make headlines

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

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

That nigga too dizzy

Like hoes down in magic city

Wakin up with a crooked smile but aint shit outchea funny

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money