This is a song about "Correct"

My rhymes correct you and are severe. i am a pioneer,

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

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

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

And i like my marijuana bright

Come correct with who you are inside

Correct techniques like i'm sprayin' tecs, stayin' vexed,

Oh i’m nothing like your home girl expect, expect

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

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

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Im incapable of making etically correct decisions

In the correct positioning with a quickening

I lead the city in requests, but don't do nothing

I come correct wreck decks and collect checks

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense