This is a song about "Corn"

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

And stabbing this ice cube look-a-like to show you a nigga with attitude

Playing in the corn, wake up call

Alright, yeah, nigga, i was in the mall

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

Make a cold heart broad whole inner parts warm

Leave yo brains lookin like some mushy corn flakes

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

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

While im eating an ear of corn

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

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

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

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