This is a song about "Corn"

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

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

Where they find me, 16 on death row

Is it a corn row or a fro

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

Go take the "p" out, put a "w", you'll see what i got

Didn't do a thing at all

Playing in the corn, wake up call

That's why i shed light on the dark i come form

While im eating an ear of corn

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

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

And if it's in your possession then follow the directions my dude

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