This is a song about "Corn on a cob"

Make a cold heart broad whole inner parts warm

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

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

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

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

I'm optimistic like playing keeno with all that you got

Leave yo brains lookin like some mushy corn flakes

I like my friends imaginary with no names

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

Is it a corn row or a fro

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

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

"stay strong, keep your faith in god," what i told him

You make a nigga's night turn day

And get on a flight today