This is a song about "Carmel corn"

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

Picture that and they ain't fire not a single shot

Not being racist but your chocolate and i'm carmel

So she sees sex as a way of leaving hell

This prada make me shallow

Is it a corn row or a fro

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

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

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

Leave yo brains lookin like some mushy corn flakes

I slumped, in my chair and my grades

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

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