This is a song about "Eating corn"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Top dawg eating luxury pedigree

But shawty know i'm a rapper

Eating my soul just like cancer,

Yull need gauze handicap eating applesauce

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

Eating like muhammad ali after ramadan

So just let me get it, girlwhen it's all said and done

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

What up girl, tell me how you been

Yull need gauze handicap eating applesauce

Sent to earth to poke catholics in the ass with saws

While you chinese be eating flies

I used to have a nine to five