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

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not

While he lobs corn on the cob up into his fat fuckin' gob

While im eating an ear of corn

Everyday a star is born

I'm back on these highways moving cakes

Leave yo brains lookin like some mushy corn flakes

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

And then i'll lay you down and record soft porn

Is it a corn row or a fro

And i shall commence that i'm the truth, joe

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

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