This is a song about "Birds of the same feather flock together cones red on a majestic street corner"

Remember being on the corner like a fuckin' fiend

Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field

Or be on the street corner with a pipe smokin the rock

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not

As i read every word that you write, i can only imagine

If he on the same street as me greetings you are the chosen one..

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

On the corner, a old bitch dropped fifty bands

Notation of a mathematical dilation. push, provoke the big red round button

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

Me and my niggas role together like the wheels on a chrysler

Type of chick that only dress in something that’s designer