This is a song about "Corner of the room"

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Hangin' on the corner, lookin' real sporty

Running around the corner, darting past rows of teens,

Ain't tryin to be your god, just want to live my dreams

Come on over to the scene, grab a table, let me take a look at that there

In the corner of my eye, i saw a pair of polka dot underwear

I'm on the corner, like reggie miller

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

7 to 8, zoom zoom, boom boom tune

Buff gorilla in the room

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

Neurotic thought patterns, the need of room to breathe

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Smell the fumes from the rasta's in a room full of hash

But i'm not really working the corner,

Let the crowd choose who can fucking last longer