This is a song about "Corn"

Bad bitches never loved them though

Is it a corn row or a fro

I got geechi on her, came back with thirty chains

Leave yo brains lookin like some mushy corn flakes

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

She's a white vegetarian, i'll get this blonde cock

Bury your thoughts, take his head fuck him have at him

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

Playing in the corn, wake up call

These joints here not found at the mall

Do he kiss you on the forehead and keep you warm

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

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

And stabbing this ice cube look-a-like to show you a nigga with attitude