This is a song about "Corn and titties"

My snapback with got a d on it, my snapchat got her titties on it.

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

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

If i'm getting geetchi i can rock three chains on either block

They're mistaken, thinkin' titties make up for good qualities.

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please

Everyday a star is born

While im eating an ear of corn

I fucks with her the long way she don't really wanna' stay

Without a nice pair of titties i would probably last a day,

Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to god

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