This is a song about "Corndog"

That's why i try to write the best ill verses with real purpose,

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service

An obstacle ill hurdle it while i keep the purple lit

Now money is a service, but it's worthless, there's no purpose, shit,

Loadin out with my rap service, let it out on the pad i make the whack versions

As the devil walks thru the door they fulfill their self righteous urges