This is a song about "Correct"

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

Half your body laying on my chest

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

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

From the womb, my newborn child

I'm in the correct state of mind

Not only had the fiend died

Come correct with who you are inside

Im incapable of making etically correct decisions

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

I come correct wreck decks and collect checks

Because it's hard trying to pay the bills when you're by yourself

Myself, on the correct level and the right shelf

More morally correct than a heroin injector

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her