This is a song about "Crooked"

I can make music that makes sense, but not meant to be stable

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

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,

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

This crooked n' possessed world we living in

Just me and my two of my dudes, blue man crew

The cops dont do nothin because they crooked too

The cia introduced the cocaine, it was crooked rough,

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Tonights gonna be a fuckin' fight

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

Yet don't owe them niggas nothing but potent lyrics

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

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

With phony politicians standing slanting unsteadily crooked