This is a song about "Mushy corn flakes"

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

If you know like i know, you should lie low

Is it a corn row or a fro

No more taking breaks, cause your mistakes will eat you up like frosted flakes/

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

Had so much kush and ciroc, bitch, i think my heart stop

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

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

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

Playing in the corn, wake up call

Mirror mirror on the wall

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Got high and my brain got mushy...