This is a song about "Corner"

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Cause everyday you be downtown with this girl on the corner.

We getting money, you can face the facts

On the corner, a old bitch dropped fifty bands

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

But go ahead and leave this baby on the corner all alone

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

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

Baby mammas on the corner—little mouths to feed

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

Let the crowd choose who can fucking last longer

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

Africana, black as ghana, be my attire

Couple broads wanna fuck, they should stay the night

Stormed by every corner,ur last breath expired,