This is a song about "Corn slut"

Came from the bottom, aiming for the top

Or backing down, come here slut, let's talk/

I know you're mad, but so what

But ya mouth's a god damn slut,

Look, viewin life from the 36th floor

And hit the shit outta that slut or,

Slut, don't be defiant

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

And i have forsaken my marriage, now she gon take me for loot

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

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

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

I dont give a fuck about nothing slut!

On they car note to go to the club

Cause they fear me in physical form

While im eating an ear of corn