This is a song about "Corn nuts"

I'm nuts man i'm crazy

But i think i like that, just maybe

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

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

And the paranoia's clutch was enough to rupture nuts

I do self evaluate, yeah, i know i've got some problems

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

And the paranoia's clutch was enough to rupture nuts

And my nuts stay hanging

Don't want to be the king

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

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

Go nuts, instrumental flow much

Bury your thoughts, take his head fuck him have at him

The corn-tops ripe and the old breeze blowin',