This is a song about "Corn husks"

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

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

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

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

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

Is it a corn row or a fro

I've been fly, i'd could probably show

Never the gold, i wanted gold plated chains

Leave yo brains lookin like some mushy corn flakes

We charging you niggas up you like it or not

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

Everyday a star is born

While im eating an ear of corn