This is a song about "Bobby corn"

You a soft as new edition crackhead like bobby brown

I done seen a nigga drop find god and skip town

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Winner of the tracks, ricky bobby

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

A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot

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

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Bout peppermint schnapps in junior high hit the block

Sitting forlorn, treating your dick like corn man you need god

Bought a brand new car for my after party

Winner of the tracks, ricky bobby

No fucks given to any body ill be shaking and baking like ricky bobby

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

And i have forsaken my marriage, now she gon take me for loot

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