This is a song about "Corn"

Playing in the corn, wake up call

I don’t do nothing but ball

Before you know it, she workin', jerkin' it nonstop

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

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

I speak that gospel, flawless in a snowstorm

Spending money when your wallet gets low

Is it a corn row or a fro

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

And stabbing this ice cube look-a-like to show you a nigga with attitude

I like my friends imaginary with no names

Leave yo brains lookin like some mushy corn flakes

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

I’m smoother than alopecia skin