This is a song about "Corn on the cob"

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

A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot

While im eating an ear of corn

I got a liable larynx, my throat warm

Every nigga can't dunk, some white man can jump

Bring on the new replacement, selling dope on the pavement

I slumped, in my chair and my grades

Leave yo brains lookin like some mushy corn flakes

My sim card's the bomb

Light the way, lead us on

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

Hair weave killer had on louie's in my mug shot

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

Sneakers wasn’t fitting and my knees needed lotion

Just as you rose you will fall

Playing in the corn, wake up call