This is a song about "Sweet corn"

I say you rappers sweet, tiramisu

See you was there every year when i needed you

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

Life is sweet, so sweet i need a shot of insulon (insulin)

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

Yup, im stylin on'emevery girl i meet thinks im hot

I got geechi on her, came back with thirty chains

Leave yo brains lookin like some mushy corn flakes

It's not that sweet tasting

I know the moves i'm making

A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot

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

Cause they right down the street

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

Hate it when i leave

Ain't shit sweet but sixteens