This is a song about "Cashew"

No fake is safe against me, i'm a tough nut to crack

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

I'm everything that they call nice

Injecting poison ivy, through an iv,

Did the best i could, raised in insanity

Or even near to my family

It's blacc friday and i'm glad to be black

Set fire to a fag tryna lick my nut sack,

With monica lewinsky feeling on his nut-sack

I'm longer than em: i ain't talking no rockin republic

Before i get to t.i.a. i'm sure to make her rain

So when i see you i dont see shit but yo daddys nut stain

Sometimes all i see is the bright blue tree

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Apparitions of armed archers aside aztec alcoves.

My words are like weapons, gats or poison arrows,