This is a song about "Live corn"

Some live great while the rest just live in fear

Haters beware, i can see clear

Smile. laugh. hold. walk. live. live. live. live.

Had to escape the life

Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to god

While he lobs corn on the cob up into his fat fuckin' gob

Cause you can live it, live it, live it,

The dead society of a poet

Straight geechi on her, came back with eighty chains

Leave yo brains lookin like some mushy corn flakes

Bein' a woman, a black woman at that, no doubt

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