This is a song about "Corn hub"

Sneakers wasn’t fitting and my knees needed lotion

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

I got geechi on her, came back with thirty chains

Leave yo brains lookin like some mushy corn flakes

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

And i have forsaken my marriage, now she gon take me for loot

He gave him a platform

While im eating an ear of corn

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

Could make the eyes of the blind perform

Playing in the corn, wake up call

As i'm watching the snow fall

Is it a corn row or a fro

Yeah, i got philippe chow flow