This is a song about "Crooked teeth"

I'm hot breeze, snot sneeze

They better have their teeth

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

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

He seeing double thats a crooked eye/

I be ballin, they wonder why

See i know when the harsh reality take it's toll

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

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Wakin up with a crooked smile but aint shit outchea funny

This is everything that we call hype

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

But you lied through your teeth

I'm why baby mommas leave

Head so big i got a crooked neck

Yeah this shit got me feelin' robert beck