This is a song about "Corn and alex screwing"

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk

Sitting forlorn, treating your dick like corn man you need god

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

And more than confident

And remember what i said and

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

Live from the lamont's rose

Im a screw up i just screw just so that im screwing

Outfits is ruthless, now your bitch is choosing

Perfect 10 and lord knows that i need one

Sanyo, and handheld and handgun

Leave yo brains lookin like some mushy corn flakes

Bitch no days off and i ain't got no breaks