This is a song about "Crooked teeth"

Shook ones get crooked funds for being wack

That moschino shit is so back

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

You ain't got one or the other well brother good night

Crooked neighbourhood, you either dead or in jail

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

Gnaw on your jaw with my shark teeth.

Right flows down and they might go nice

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

Head so big i got a crooked neck

And all my childhood memories

So what you got golden teeth

My diamonds talk for me they say hi can i meet you

The cops dont do nothin because they crooked too

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

Shit is crooked on the surface, insecure they're looking at ya,