This is a song about "Corner"

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

In the corner of my eye, pairs of polka dot underwear

For imitatin the off switch like i'm on top of my own

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

They turn back and see me battle on another corner

I heard that loves forever my love gonna be much shorter

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

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

Sitting in the corner tweaking hour by hour

Prostitute on the corner say she down for that moose shit

Like banana peels for heels, my spill is so legit

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

You live in that cosy corner,

I'm stuck in a corner

Girl, what you grabbing cash for