This is a song about "Around the corner"

So get your glass lift it up in the toast position

In the far back near the corner trying to take it in,

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

Baby mammas on the corner—little mouths to feed

Prostitute on the corner say she down for that moose shit

Look in the scope, my people still a target

Just gimme a hour, i’ll light it up like an eiffel tower

Sitting in the corner tweaking hour by hour

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Hangin' on the corner, lookin' real sporty

Take my girls out the house. leave em on the corner.

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

I'm just around the corner.

How simple they are

But go ahead and leave this baby on the corner all alone

But oh i can’t stay away, not never, your my home, home, home