This is a song about "Corn hub"

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

Came across this film i found on the hub,

Under pressure i don't sweat like my pores shut

I got a liable larynx, my throat warm

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

I got geechi on her, came back with thirty chains

Leave yo brains lookin like some mushy corn flakes

A real life viking, shout out to st. paul

Playing in the corn, wake up call

What up girl, tell me how you been

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

A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot

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