This is a song about "Corners"

Now the corners close in on me, now i'm too square,

And now i walk around without a care

Trying to forget the dark corners of my past

Made it out naija with nothing in the bank

Never alone we 'bout to make the drums cry

All corners of the globe got the world hanging from my

Pimps and thieves controlling 'em, and they patrollin' corners,

And scott larock the super ho back in latin quarters

Told me not to cut corners, use to cut quarters

Yea, dc boy today i'm out the stadium with dollars

Im not cuttin any corners io know this is the shit

Like a monica skinded with a madonna spirit

In fact, creeping' through the corners semi slaughter bloody water

I heard that loves forever my love gonna be much shorter