This is a song about "When i get to corner"

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

When i was little i used to get so hungry i would throw fits

I'm on my grind feeble, my music is either

Walk around the corner, get a flier from a crier/

Now you can feel itit's a potion for my niggas in motion

In the far back near the corner trying to take it in,

Baby mammas on the corner—little mouths to feed

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Thats what i wanted, you to get pissed, single targets out when i intend to diss.

Wants to know why his daddy don't love him no mo'you can't complain you was dealt this

While i sit in the corner

Of impactful things one can ask for

I like my women soft-spoken but the weed loud

I went out to the corner all the homies hanging out