This is a song about "Carmel corn"

While im eating an ear of corn

Could make the eyes of the blind perform

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

Is it a corn row or a fro

Playing in the corn, wake up call

I don’t do nothing but ball

Little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him

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

I'm optimistic like playing keeno with all that you got

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

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

To get it in, any minute, i'll be hit with a stare

Not being racist but your chocolate and i'm carmel