This is a song about "Corn"

Leave yo brains lookin like some mushy corn flakes

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

Go take the "p" out, put a "w", you'll see what i got

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

Is it a corn row or a fro

Addicted to stardom, a wish to blow

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

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

Only concern was the home that was close to him

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

Before you know it, she workin', jerkin' it nonstop

Watch some porn suck my dick while i eat some pop corn

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn