This is a song about "Ballsack nuts"

Proud of the fact,that they're making you nuts,

Far from alarmed, i just part wit my problems

Nigga you must of gone nuts

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Ever since my grams got old she's been a bit nuts

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Back to the point of wrecking one directiun's nuts

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

They might as well be squirrels, how the going after nuts

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

And the paranoia's clutch was enough to rupture nuts

Would i want it to change? i would, i'll blast open nuts

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

And the paranoia's clutch was enough to rupture nuts