This is a song about "Corn on the cob"

What the feigns say, few roaches you need spray

Shifting on and on through the grey.

Light the way, lead us on

That's word to my mom

I'm so-cal, you so-called rappers need to go call

Mirror mirror on the wall on the wall,

Saw the bombs on the news

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

' alright, already, the show goes on

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

That's why i shed light on the dark i come form

While im eating an ear of corn

Burning up,turn the fan on/

Angle these beats like a pentagon