This is a song about "Corn nuts"

When she licks on my balls and she fondles my nuts

Usually turn out to be the fakest ones

I’m a rare one, camo’s and some rare ones

And keep in my small shiny white nuts

Leave yo brains lookin like some mushy corn flakes

I slumped, in my chair and my grades

And my nuts stay hanging

Hating my macking, they asking

Got squares, dark squares cover my luggage

Go nuts, this instrumental flow much

And the paranoia's clutch was enough to rupture nuts

Only feel sorry for crack babies and rape victims

They say nothings ever free

I'm nuts man i'm crazy

Give no fucks, the flow be nuts

I call it speaking tongues