This is a song about "Corn rows"

Charcoal seats gray, drop tops like release dates

Leave yo brains lookin like some mushy corn flakes

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

The owner bout to prosecute, the niggas tell her that she's cute

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

For those you claim friends commit, get in the thunder cold, plant the rows

Thats just not how the fuck it goes, so bitch, sit the fuck down, in the rows

If i take an oath that mean i give up all my area code hoes

Playing in the corn, wake up call

The board ceo, i'm glad you all

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

I sit on the stage, no rows at my shows, i live in a cage,