This is a song about "Corn flake"

Felt like the towers when the planes went on crash

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

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

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

Graduated from rosé, addicted to blow

Is it a corn row or a fro

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

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

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

Boy in a flash its like you start to replace him

While im eating an ear of corn

Everyday a star is born