This is a song about "Corn nuts"

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

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

Shout out my nigga miles

And keep in my small shiny white nuts

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

And the paranoia's clutch was enough to rupture nuts

Playing in the corn, wake up call

The board ceo, i'm glad you all

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

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

While im eating an ear of corn

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

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Back to the point of wrecking one directiun's nuts

I do self evaluate, yeah, i know i've got some problems

And the paranoia's clutch was enough to rupture nuts