This is a song about "Live corn"

Leaning off the actavis, passing blunts round and round

What i can live with and what i can't live without.

And stabbing this ice cube look-a-like to show you a nigga with attitude

You couldnt make a belemic puke on a piece of fuckin corn and peanut poop

I don't wanna live no more

Woodstock though, couple bands on the floor

Yeah, i'mma let the chips fall

Playing in the corn, wake up call

Right flows down and they might go nice

I have no reason to live

Leave yo brains lookin like some mushy corn flakes

Straight geechi on her, came back with eighty chains

I got a liable larynx, my throat warm

Watch some porn suck my dick while i eat some pop corn