This is a song about "Lucky corner market"

I'm stuck in a corner

She should have invited her

Wolf gang, triple six crew

I'm a lucky man to

Am i livin life lucky

Not hungry for my poetry

I'm on the corner, like reggie miller

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

Put on the black market, skin sold as garments.

Trying to get back to this thing called love

Heart racing like the cops done hit the corner

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

You try to call the cops a new snitches on the market.

Following the king of diamonds, bitch you went ape shit

And then along came the wrong man for her

Hoodrats on every corner