This is a song about "Corn dogs"

My homies are dogs so u best leave when they start barkin

Gucci & nike, that’s what i call an option

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

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

Playing in the corn, wake up call

Make sure to give them my all

You bitch on my dick like dogs and thick

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

I fucking cut off your dogs fur

And put it together

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed

Tongues hanging out like dogs in the middle of august

He gave him a platform

While im eating an ear of corn