This is a song about "Corn on the cob"

Damn, i'm just waiting for my life to begin

Bleeding on the carpet, drooling on my chin

Spitting on the side walk cussing on the curb

It's a fools fatewithout your word

Mirror mirror on the wall on the wall,

A real life viking, shout out to st. paul

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

On the cloud the cpu fan's not held on by gum

Playing in the corn, wake up call

Yeah, i'mma let the chips fall

Let's get it on like desert storm, the pentagon for steppin' on,

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom

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

I'm optimistic like playing keeno with all that you got

Is it a corn row or a fro

Black 3 cement, sag jean sitting - low