This is a song about "Crooked smile j cole"

J k, im just a joker

It’s knowin’ it’s over

Fuck a deal, i just want my father's email

Crooked neighbourhood, you either dead or in jail

With phony politicians standing slanting unsteadily crooked

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

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

Private flights, bookin' 'em, crooked, shinin' bright,

She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right

I got plans for you look in the sky baby

J, the j is for the judgement that's been put on me.

Cause it your boy j reality

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

D j t j, the best, do his thing

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