This is a song about "Corn"

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

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

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

Mixed feelings cause now all the chicks feeling him

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

The owner bout to prosecute, the niggas tell her that she's cute

That's why i shed light on the dark i come form

While im eating an ear of corn

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

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

Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves

Leave yo brains lookin like some mushy corn flakes

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

Playing in the corn, wake up call

Is it a corn row or a fro

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow