This is a song about "Corn titties"

Scab, fix up look shop joe

Is it a corn row or a fro

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

If i suck titties and do lines with dead whitney!

It's that crack, give you something to sell

Boom boom, bring it up, titties from hell!

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

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

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes

Signin titties at the rock shows