This is a song about "Kettle corn"

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

Spit hot enough to make the tea steam and the kettle hotter

Leave yo brains lookin like some mushy corn flakes

I got geechi on her, came back with thirty chains

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

With their own versions and different shitthe same night i prayed to god

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

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

I just explode, the kettle gets so hot

I gotta know if it's real or not

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

I'm a 1,000 lbs kettle bell compressed- bomb in the flesh

Need a girl whos tryin' to ball

Playing in the corn, wake up call