This is a song about "Corn"

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

I'm optimistic like playing keeno with all that you got

Is it a corn row or a fro

No, just put us on death row

And i have forsaken my marriage, now she gon take me for loot

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

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

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

Leave yo brains lookin like some mushy corn flakes

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

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

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

Need a girl whos tryin' to ball

Playing in the corn, wake up call

Could make the eyes of the blind perform

While im eating an ear of corn