This is a song about "Corn"

Ran outside to see the big show

Is it a corn row or a fro

He gave him a platform

While im eating an ear of corn

As i'm watching the snow fall

Playing in the corn, wake up call

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

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

Leave yo brains lookin like some mushy corn flakes

Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves

What up girl, tell me how you been

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

Yup, im stylin on'emevery girl i meet thinks im hot

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

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

They said im guilty, i ain't get the chance to say im not