This is a song about "Crisp cob"

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

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

No sneak dissin or get fried up crisp by the heat ray

I'm curious jorge, fuck what dem whores say

Off your favourite flavour packet of crisp

Yo, i'm fucking goldilocks up in the forest

Fist fights, slinging crack, sniffed the crisp pack, stashed hash,

And there's wet pussy on my face shake that ass

Whips ain't shit but my kicks look sick

So damn crisp and so damn big

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

Wonder if i wrote this cause it's so crisp