This is a song about "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

Ugh, walking on water and running on waves

Leave yo brains lookin like some mushy corn flakes

So if it comes down, may the best man win

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

Luck on my brim supreme keeps me warm

While im eating an ear of corn

Same bitches used to play me though

Is it a corn row or a fro

Bitch, i was born to ball

Playing in the corn, wake up call

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

Before you know it, she workin', jerkin' it nonstop

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

I speak that gospel, flawless in a snowstorm