This is a song about "Corn"

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job

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

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

Leave yo brains lookin like some mushy corn flakes

Playing in the corn, wake up call

Make sure to give them my all

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn

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

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

Vroom vroom, keep the motor running girl, you know it don't stop

I still keep it indie, y'all worried the dow slim

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

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

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