This is a song about "The cornfield"

Where the fuck the chorus

So let 'em chase love

Been running around trying find a job

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Hold my pistoland wrap your arms around a nigga

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Here they keep a rachet close

The more battles the better the flows

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

You got your mean little walk with the model pose