This is a song about "Corn flakes"

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

Leave yo brains lookin like some mushy corn flakes

Hair weave killer had on louie's in my mug shot

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

Heard that you alright though

Is it a corn row or a fro

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

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

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

Insane, crazy, the only girl that can make time then make me stop

Playing in the corn, wake up call

Mirror mirror on the wall