This is a song about "Corn"

Playing in the corn, wake up call

The board ceo, i'm glad you all

And i keep a fly girl like jenny from the block

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

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

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

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

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Leave yo brains lookin like some mushy corn flakes

I slumped, in my chair and my grades

Is it a corn row or a fro

Your girlfriend want to follow

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

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