This is a song about "Corn slut"

For you it may not mean much but for me it's anything for the win, slut

Your toes and your thighs shakingi eat it upshe said i'm ready to fuck

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

Shit don't stopcuz i can make that ass drop

Leave yo brains lookin like some mushy corn flakes

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

You fucking mutt, tell me, can a slut

A twenty somethin cup

But ya mouth's a god damn slut,

And the governor couldn’t give one fuck

Fuck a church slut well not really she just slurped nuts,

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs

Fuck that slut, what would be the payoff

Ur just a reveling known slut/that’ll never blow up

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck