This is a song about "Corn fed"

A lost legacy, treadin heavily, fed up

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

Bullets is what you was fed

She don’t give her nigga head

But my crib was straight ahead, shorty gave me head

It's a sad mess always wanting to be hand fed

Your raps are like orphans who havn't been fed

Give us this day, our daily bread

Woo-hah, got you all in check

Fed to his pet zombie, ted!

I dont even know you, and i am fed

Dutty wine for access, show me your neck

If the bitch bad i could pass you a dime

Time to prepare to do fed time

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

Step out on the block all the bitches they still in shock