This is a song about "Corn fed"

I dont even know you, and i am fed

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

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

Threw the sack to his lil' niggas workin the set

Never the gold, i wanted gold plated chains

Leave yo brains lookin like some mushy corn flakes

Fuck a rap, write a song, im fed

Dutty wine for access, show me your neck

Bury your thoughts, take his head fuck him have at him

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

Ain't finna peak yet

Fed to his pet zombie, ted!

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

Playing in the corn, wake up call

Is the one that kept you happy and fed...

You claim you a dog, my nigga, i’m the vet