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

Leave yo brains lookin like some mushy corn flakes

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

While im eating an ear of corn

He gave him a platform

Everything is good but these haters wish i would stop

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

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

Sneakers wasn’t fitting and my knees needed lotion

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

Make a cold heart broad whole inner parts warm

Red riding is getting some of this wolfly odder cock

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