This is a song about "Anal sex in corn fields"

The life around it, hanging out like autumn fields

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees

Having sex till four o'clock in the mourn but u still checking your phone

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home

And in love with her, lets have sex

After lebron, i'm what's next

Do whatever it takes to resist the temptationbrenda got herself a boyfriend

The sex sounds you made behind my bed floor and told me it was just the tv in tend

I first had sex in preschool

That's the sound of my tool

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

You would bet on malcolm sex

While im eating an ear of corn

Cause they fear me in physical form

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

With corrupt leaders and those overseers in the coca fields,