This is a song about "Corner"

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

Sitting in the corner tweaking hour by hour

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

Hangin' on the corner, lookin' real sporty

Listen to every word that i slur

I'm on the corner, like reggie miller

Now they're in the corner cowering

All they wanted was some waves like they fucking surfing

But i'm backed up into a corner like a rat/

Passionate in that sack, passionate with this rap

Prostitute on the corner say she down for that moose shit

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit

Baby mammas on the corner—little mouths to feed

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

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

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her