This is a song about "Corn flake"

December 4th a star was born

While im eating an ear of corn

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

Leave yo brains lookin like some mushy corn flakes

You couldnt make a belemic puke on a piece of fuckin corn and peanut poop

The owner bout to prosecute, the niggas tell her that she's cute

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

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

You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack

You flake n your soft a waste to us all your a prisoner of this rap

Call me whatever joe

Is it a corn row or a fro