This is a song about "Corn fed"

And don't perform after him or you might regret

Coat hangers on a bed/ ideas passing, keeping fed/

Committing incest it rundown trailers with fed checks,

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

Ready to watch? i'm a slip it in the tape deck

Don't believe that shit that we've been fed

Playing in the corn, wake up call

Alright, yeah, nigga, i was in the mall

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

I say i put it so deep now she a cone head

Don't we all want to live, be loved, have our mouths fed,

I gave ya girl a t-shirt since she gave the whole crew neck