This is a song about "Bobbi s nuts"

Shout out my nigga miles

And im going so fucking nuts

Usually turn out to be the fakest ones

And the paranoia's clutch was enough to rupture nuts

If you ever feel alone and

My g"s have been handcuffed,

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Fuck the lord, god and jesus can suck my saggy nuts

And my nuts stay hanging

Her phone in the bag, she dancing

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Fuck a church slut well not really she just slurped nuts,

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

And the paranoia's clutch was enough to rupture nuts