This is a song about "Corn"

Is it a corn row or a fro

Graduated from rosé, addicted to blow

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

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top

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

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Make a cold heart broad whole inner parts warm

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

Playing in the corn, wake up call

Just me and my boss no worries at all

Everyday a star is born

While im eating an ear of corn

Leave yo brains lookin like some mushy corn flakes

Bitch no days off and i ain't got no breaks

And i have forsaken my marriage, now she gon take me for loot

You couldnt make a belemic puke on a piece of fuckin corn and peanut poop