This is a song about "Corn hub"

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

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

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

Leave yo brains lookin like some mushy corn flakes

While im eating an ear of corn

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

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

I read about napoleon hill and try to know god

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

Came across this film i found on the hub,

And they so strong they bustin out the flower pot

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

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

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him