This is a song about "Corn on a cob"

Put a eighth on lay away

I was raised this way

Addicted to stardom, a wish to blow

Is it a corn row or a fro

Please get hip to that new d.c. shit

Come on just "take a hit"/

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

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

Jt: no one to hold her tight

2am on a sunday night

Flexin' hard nigga all the time

Livin on a yacht yeah maritime

If you ain't about money

I had on a black tee,