This is a song about "Corn syrup"

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

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

We still ride though

Syrup got me so slow

I got geechi on her, came back: a hundred chains

Leave yo brains lookin like some mushy corn flakes

But i drown my blunts and my swishers in all of this syrup

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

While im eating an ear of corn

Cause they fear me in physical form

Sipping on this syrup/while im smoking on this dro high as he'll/so you know im bout float

Can't go to her family, they won't let her stayno money no babysitter, she couldn't keep a job

Go to europe and put neurofens in my syrup and stirred em

And all these rappers know just where i'm bout to go so catch me then

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

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