This is a song about "Crooked smile"

Crooked neighbourhood, you either dead or in jail

My bitch got the tendency to put it on the scale

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

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Y'all gone hear a nigga momma die

He seeing double thats a crooked eye/

The cops dont do nothin because they crooked too

Black mother of the earth you know i forever owe you

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

While ruthless kingpins (rush to the top) with crooked winnings

Only time that i love to smile

That ain't really my style

We about to set this bitch on fire

And you could strip me from my pride and my smile

Patience child. i smile upon you.

It's really not an issue