This is a song about "Corn"

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

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

A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot

I got a liable larynx, my throat warm

While im eating an ear of corn

Bitch, i was born to ball

Playing in the corn, wake up call

Leave yo brains lookin like some mushy corn flakes

I don't do dishes but i throw away your plates

Is it a corn row or a fro

My ambition to blow

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

First off congratulations on the win