This is a song about "Call what you want i coming from the corner"

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

What is it you want from me? you know that you're my obsession,

While i sit in the corner

And there's little to be glad for

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

You knew where i was coming from and would even add on

Im coming str8 from the underground

Then swag it out, ounces then bags is out

I can do it all and it ain't no problem

I was the only one she didn't want parts from

And mama made miracles every thanksgivin'but now the road got rough, you're alone

I descend from creatures that walked before the sun shined on the planet you call home

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Walk around the corner, get a flier from a crier/

And that's what i call the game!

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim