This is a song about "Crooked smile"

Cause see way back, i thought to fuck with you was impossible

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

Sky high, iced out paradise

And smile at each other's eyes

Beat is my whore get get up on it like a boner

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

When im dont gettin brains then i honor roll

The crooked path i follow, i wish upon no soul.

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

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

That ain't really my style

But even when i see you smile,

Pussy and patron make you feel alright

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

Aren't you somethin' to admire

Black bile definitely no reason to smile