This is a song about "Corn"

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

I ain't for that work, trying to see my daughter walk

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

While im eating an ear of corn

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

I rose up from the slums, made it out the flames

Leave yo brains lookin like some mushy corn flakes

Is it a corn row or a fro

Bad bitches never loved them though

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

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

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