This is a song about "Corn"

Yeah, i'mma let the chips fall

Playing in the corn, wake up call

Leave yo brains lookin like some mushy corn flakes

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

Everyday a star is born

While im eating an ear of corn

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

Vroom vroom, keep the motor running girl, you know it don't stop

Where god at? i need to call him

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

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

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

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

Nessy loch monster stop will he though? probably not