This is a song about "Corn belt"

With a 9 in the belt

Niggas in the street scared

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

Cause i hung my original self from the top bunk with a belt

Get the scoop on the cologne, belt, and shoe section

Enough to paint a picture, my true profession

Why would i worry? i am forever blessed

Always stay advancing forward towards the next belt

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

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Leather belt fastened, like i'm travelling/

And that yous a black belt in karate

I'mma live and die in cali