This is a song about "Corn"

Who real bitches check me out 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

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

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

The board ceo, i'm glad you all

Playing in the corn, wake up call

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

Where god at? i need to call him

Around here i am the g.o.a.t. like the capricorn

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