This is a song about "Crooked"

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

Shook ones get crooked funds for being wack

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

Welcome to the euphoria of cocaine without able

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

But the battle ain't over till the black man sings

But until then, i gotta do what i doand stay a crooked nigga too

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few

Crooked neighbourhood, you either dead or in jail

When i'm in the dmv i hit the home wale

Listen, i'm fishing, you bitch niggas is missing i got that

With phony politicians standing slanting unsteadily crooked

The cops dont do nothin because they crooked too

I'm on point baby, ready to stick you

This crooked n' possessed world we living in

My position improving, not to mention