This is a song about "Corn"

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

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

Mirror mirror on the wall

Playing in the corn, wake up call

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

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

Leave yo brains lookin like some mushy corn flakes

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

While im eating an ear of corn

Everyday a star is born

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

Is it a corn row or a fro

I make you feel like it is 10 below