This is a song about "Eating corn"

It's a battlejust for tha big money

Top dawg eating luxury pedigree

Invading me are eating me

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

No rations or resources for eating//

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

First off congratulations on the win

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

Playing in the corn, wake up call

Yull need gauze handicap eating applesauce

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs