This is a song about "Kettle corn"

The victim that i capture often aren't like a tea kettle

They say to get a hundred mill you must become the devil

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

Leave yo brains lookin like some mushy corn flakes

And wale been tellin' other rappers take a deep breath

I'm a 1,000 lbs kettle bell compressed- bomb in the flesh

Sitting forlorn, treating your dick like corn man you need god

Picture that and they ain't fire not a single shot

Im the blackest of black on the blackest kettle

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Spit hot enough to make the tea steam and the kettle hotter

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

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

Sleazy bitches easily licking the cheesy kettle spoon

But i'm on some shrooms if you really want to feel the room