This is a song about "Dark nuts"

Go nuts, this instrumental flow much

Its like my freestyle's cleavage

Mr. pacquiao, i'm packing

And my nuts stay hanging

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

But without you girl, i feel like i'm going nuts

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

To add to the list of beverly hills victims

Nigga you must of gone nuts

Or closed casket for our troubles

Go nuts, instrumental flow much

Lying to yourself, all over an image

To get crushed like nuts and go bananas

Stussy’s g-shock with my custom pair of 3d glasses

And finally, everyone got their own problems

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