This is a song about "Corner"

In the t.dot i'm a soldier with ranks

On the corner, a old bitch dropped fifty bands

I never use a fork i always spoon her

I'm on the corner, like reggie miller

Heart racing like the cops done hit the corner

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

I think veronica is in the corner shivering

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Fuck rap, i'll be a landlord so i can rape the tenants daughter

Thats why every single day i think about that very corner

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

But i'm not really working the corner,

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

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere

Prostitute on the corner say she down for that moose shit

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit