This is a song about "Corndogs"

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

I'll imprison your loved ones in burning furnace

With the wheels fallin off i shoot thru the windows make him crash into his mommas curtains

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

I'll confess i'm just rushin it, always feels like an emergency

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously