This is a song about "Maize banyard"

I like to ask the bad bitches if they ass is real

Who got mass appeal,and have homos like you for meal

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

Bread in pain yet told to be tough

Preparing for the harvest. your body's carcass,

The critics are calling me conscious

Don juanin' when i'm in a foreign

Now cook me a meal, gordon

I won't to share my music like jesus broke bread

But my crib was straight ahead, shorty gave me head

Way that i describe it, prescribe a nigga medicine

Life is sweet, so sweet i need a shot of insulon (insulin)

Is it a corn row or a fro

Graduated from rosé, addicted to blow

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

Whats the reason man, bad apples spoiled this mango plant