This is a song about "Corn"

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not

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

Call me bobby ray, but it’s not two names

Leave yo brains lookin like some mushy corn flakes

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

Could make the eyes of the blind perform

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

Little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him

They said im guilty, i ain't get the chance to say im not

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

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

The owner bout to prosecute, the niggas tell her that she's cute

Need a girl whos tryin' to ball

Playing in the corn, wake up call