This is a song about "Speakers corner"

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

She fiend for yeezy, you know my speakers go hammer

Trunk fulla speakers, pocket fulla good

Call me a product of my own damn hood

Got a bunch of haters, plus i got more to count

Speakers on, from wu-tang to pendulum, i love this sound

Heart racing like the cops done hit the corner

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

Watch this song beat on loud speakers

Where they cherish gangsters and not teachers

While i sit in the corner

I don’t care where ya are

Said i'm just tryna do this quick like make haste

Speakers loud; heavy base, pants sagged pass my waist

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

I'm on the corner, like reggie miller