This is a song about "Sweet corn"

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

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

Ill keep it short and sweet

Walk with heat cause talk is cheap

The sweet sweat he's breathing,

I'm the sushi king

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Slayin bodies in sweet reticence

In my drawsring, ring, ring

It's not that sweet tasting

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

Leave yo brains lookin like some mushy corn flakes

African queen got what you need

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

Smokin sweet and sour

Well, that's what you are