This is a song about "Corn flake"

I'm optimistic like playing keeno with all that you got

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

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

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top

Is it a corn row or a fro

She probably had a reason though

Began, to flake , age like a page 'n' decay, it's a shame to say

She said i'm her hideaway i get her off like a holiday

While im eating an ear of corn

December 4th a star was born

Don't make up your mind, you should flake on that class

With the dickerson mask would be getting in the ass