This is a song about "Corn"

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

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

You're uncool like my mother kin

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

Me? i'm wolf, you can call me tyler though

Is it a corn row or a fro

Playing in the corn, wake up call

Mirror mirror on the wall

And these woman is loving the way that i perform

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

While im eating an ear of corn

He gave 'em the platform

Yup, im stylin on'emevery girl i meet thinks im hot

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