This is a song about "Corn on the cob"

Bleeding on the carpet, drooling on my chin

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

Spitting on the side walk cussing on the curb

Suspended from school coolest nigga without effort

' alright, already, the show goes on

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

When you see the instant replay

Shifting on and on through the grey.

Full of shit, like i ate that john

"hurry up, the cams on,

Everything is good but these haters wish i would stop

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

Leave yo brains lookin like some mushy corn flakes

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

Let's get it on like desert storm, the pentagon for steppin' on,

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don