This is a song about "Sweet corn"

Know you want me to fall

Playing in the corn, wake up call

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

Bitch, i hit one button, my roof open like a hard spot

Ain't shit sweet but sixteens

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

My exs all bitter because im living sweet

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

Smokin sweet and sour

Well, that's what you are

Then all i really want is for her to get on top

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

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

Leave yo brains lookin like some mushy corn flakes