This is a song about "Corn slut"

I know you're mad, but so what

Bad bitch, far from a slut

I stab you in the gut and than fuck your slut

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

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

Then all i really want is for her to get on top

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

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

C'mere slut! (shady, wait a minute, that's my girl dog!)

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top

And hit the shit outta that slut or,

And i don’t wanna be a playa no more

Fuck that slut, what would be the payoff

It ain't gon' be no back and forth