This is a song about "Coming correct"

I come correct wreck decks and collect checks

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

I bet you like these rap niggas, ain't going to write it better

More morally correct than a heroin injector

It's enough to make you crazy, it's fuckin with my domeya only live once on this earth

But you seemed to neglect the indirect correct intellect of this sect of doctors.

Just the nothing coming

Hoping that he's listening

In my drawsring, ring, ring

Drop it on the floor, she's coming

Is young roy baby up and coming

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

This hip hop's mixed in with pop to be correct it's electronic

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit

This is to my unborn child

I'm in the correct state of mind