This is a song about "Crooked smile"

Don't give them whats mine run game by the mile

Ma got thick thighs and a beautiful smile

I would do anything to see you smile.

I never smiled as a juvenile

You’re on neon lights in my bank

Making me smile (making me smile------) can't

But even when i see you smile,

Got me quite open for a while

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

Never will you survive if you ever rhyme for a poser

And you could strip me from my pride and my smile

Aren't you somethin' to admire

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

The cia introduced the cocaine, it was crooked rough,

Smoking weed out in london

And smile all of a sudden