This is a song about "Crooked teeth"

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

Wakin up with a crooked smile but aint shit outchea funny

Drinkability superior is past ya boo teeth

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

At a nigga with a piece and probably loose ya teeth

And we done shed so many tearslost many peers no memories

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

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

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

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

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

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

Put the beaver in the mail, we can take it slow like snail

Crooked neighbourhood, you either dead or in jail

Head so big i got a crooked neck

My god come before this bread