This is a song about "Corn husks"

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

The owner bout to prosecute, the niggas tell her that she's cute

Playing in the corn, wake up call

Bitch, i was born to ball

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

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Effortless flow, a couple sum’n a show

Is it a corn row or a fro

Leave yo brains lookin like some mushy corn flakes

Geechi on her, came back: a million chains

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

We charging you niggas up you like it or not

They said im guilty, i ain't get the chance to say im not

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