This is a song about "Boiled peanuts"

We're barely making dollars at our peanut jobs, close to me,

Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

We vegetables, on them record labels

Cause you couldn't smoke a dick, or inhale two nuts.

Scissor hands slice it up like spicy subway sandwiches.

And a finger in the middle that i leave em with

That i couldn't leave even semi-free on cinco de mile*

So i'm hurting. me effort is apparent she not fertile

I'm not a boiled dinner, im past a beginner, got so much powerball tickets i look like

Why every time i leave home bitches thirsty?saying she be with a nigga all night

Stand out here fight over quarterswhile i walked inside the diner

Bullets are drawn across 'n' cause don to drop in the misfire

To get crushed like nuts and go bananas

Your dad's purple heart now hangs over his ashes