This is a song about "Corn flake"

Leave yo brains lookin like some mushy corn flakes

Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves

And stabbing this ice cube look-a-like to show you a nigga with attitude

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

I gonna take it really nice and slow

Is it a corn row or a fro

We ain't come for peace, you can bend your knees and pray all day

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

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

They said im guilty, i ain't get the chance to say im not

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

The white boy blossomed after dre endorsed him

Luck on my brim supreme keeps me warm

While im eating an ear of corn

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass

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