This is a song about "Corn on the cob"

Playing in the corn, wake up call

I don’t do nothing but ball

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

Make a cold heart broad whole inner parts warm

On the cloud the cpu fan's not held on by gum

Then sip on this remy til they turn me up some

See me on a roll like the wheels on the bus

My criteria ain't even that serious

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

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

Is it a corn row or a fro

Spitting on the side walk cussing on the curb

And have them peoples leakin' like they cd isn't mastered

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

Insane, crazy, the only girl that can make time then make me stop