This is a song about "Dead nuts"

And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels

And the paranoia's clutch was enough to rupture nuts

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Proud of the fact,that they're making you nuts,

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

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

And im going so fucking nuts

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Ever since my grams got old she's been a bit nuts

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

Nigga you must of gone nuts

Amen, they say you only live once

Back to the point of wrecking one directiun's nuts

And meetin' mr. folarin could get you cardiac problems

Lying to yourself, all over an image

Go nuts, instrumental flow much