This is a song about "Corn"

My new flow bought hublots below zero

Is it a corn row or a fro

While im eating an ear of corn

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

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

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

Then all i really want is for her to get on top

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

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

I speak that gospel, flawless in a snowstorm

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

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

If he keep going, pass the torch to him