This is a song about "Correct"

And everybody's having sex

I come correct wreck decks and collect checks

Boy, you can’t tell me a damn thang

The correct answers malcolm sex man

Come correct with who you are inside

Tonights gonna be a fuckin' fight

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

More morally correct than a heroin injector

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

This hip hop's mixed in with pop to be correct it's electronic

I'm in the correct state of mind

The revolution has arrived

Whatever, it don't matter, i was correct

Now i don’t know if you was trying to check

But you seemed to neglect the indirect correct intellect of this sect of doctors.

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse