This is a song about "Kettle corn"

A couple posites i got,even penny'll stop

I just explode, the kettle gets so hot

Call me bobby ray, but it’s not two names

Leave yo brains lookin like some mushy corn flakes

O.f. is the coldest thing, and i'm the fuckin' general

Im the blackest of black on the blackest kettle

Lady at the frank stand will

Stunt tattle fuckin tea kettle,

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

Make the front popand hit the three wheel motion

Is it a corn row or a fro

Witnessing what i did for d.c. though

Playing in the corn, wake up call

As i'm watching the snow fall

My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got

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