This is a song about "Corn flakes"

While im eating an ear of corn

Luck on my brim supreme keeps me warm

Is it a corn row or a fro

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

Yup, im stylin on'emevery girl i meet thinks im hot

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

And i have forsaken my marriage, now she gon take me for loot

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

No more taking breaks, cause your mistakes will eat you up like frosted flakes/

Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades

Leave yo brains lookin like some mushy corn flakes

But everybody’s self-made carved their own names

Playing in the corn, wake up call

Hands up, throw me up against the wall