This is a song about "Pop corn"

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

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job

Go pop some pills or something

And yea we both coming

Pop the weasel, causing upheaval

Ha, running rebel on another level

Pop another volume

Won't run out anytime soon

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

It's not hip-hop, it's pop

Just searching for the perfect shot

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

"stay strong, keep your faith in god," what i told him