This is a song about "Corn flake"

We the squad, young folarin, out that maybach mob

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

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

But everybody’s self-made carved their own names

Leave yo brains lookin like some mushy corn flakes

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

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

Is it a corn row or a fro

That's why they can't mess up my flow

The-na-ture-of-the-world-to-day, the nature of the world today

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

Yeah, i'mma let the chips fall

Playing in the corn, wake up call