This is a song about "Corn and alex screwing"

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Nickel plated chromegot this baby capone lookin like a giant

Everything is good but these haters wish i would stop

While he lobs corn on the cob up into his fat fuckin' gob

Playing in the corn, wake up call

Make sure to give them my all

Only concern was the home that was close to him

The corn-tops ripe and the old breeze blowin',

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

I'mma need two mics just to get my point across

What you doing when ross drop a hundred thousand

And remember what i said and

Sanyo, and handheld and handgun

Miami nights, ain't another one

Is it a corn row or a fro

Ha, in your loophole though