This is a song about "Corner"

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

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

And i just want to hold her

I'm just around the corner.

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Heart racing like the cops done hit the corner

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

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

Going broke, no sir

While i sit in the corner

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

Take my girls out the house. leave em on the corner.

I mean eddie murphy, swang, gettin' married

Baby mammas on the corner—little mouths to feed

I'm on the corner, like reggie miller

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are