This is a song about "Crooked teeth"

Head so big i got a crooked neck

I don't want you to have my permit yet

Wakin up with a crooked smile but aint shit outchea funny

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Crooked neighbourhood, you either dead or in jail

In the futuren, truly yours , wale

And to tell you the truth i gotta ride

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

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

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

But now i got some teeth

L o u d air i breathe

Snickering and smacking they gums through false teeth

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

Rewrite it, lemme make that "teeth"

Gotta go, let her leave