This is a song about "Bobby corn"

Bitch, i hit one button, my roof open like a hard spot

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

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

Step out on the block all the bitches they still in shock

I’m simply fuckin’ with bitches that know they whole position

Breaking into your house with nothing more than a bobby pin.

While im eating an ear of corn

Everyday a star is born

It ain't personalstrictly business, baby

Barney bobby johnny, they're here to help me

And yeah i know i'm from compton, cali

Winner of the tracks, ricky bobby

Bobby knight be coachin us

Im so bonkas, im not conscious

These bitches give me their mind all the time leta way to break it down

You a soft as new edition crackhead like bobby brown