This is a song about "Corn flake"

Hit the club she drop it low

Is it a corn row or a fro

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

I got a liable larynx, my throat warm

Watch some porn suck my dick while i eat some pop corn

Didn't do a thing at all

Playing in the corn, wake up call

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

I would stand on my desk just to see the world in a different way

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

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

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

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

Nessy loch monster stop will he though? probably not

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