This is a song about "Corner"

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

While i sit in the corner

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Heart racing like the cops done hit the corner

Hoodrats on every corner

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

Harder niggas try to hate me, they be lovin’ this side

Stormed by every corner,ur last breath expired,

Baby mammas on the corner—little mouths to feed

Developing cavities cause revenge is sweet

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

You live in that cosy corner,

I remember peabody mice crawling up the shower

Sitting in the corner tweaking hour by hour