This is a song about "Dead nuts"

Back to the point of wrecking one directiun's nuts

Only feel sorry for crack babies and rape victims

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

And the paranoia's clutch was enough to rupture nuts

Last monday was nuts, i took 3 sluts

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

So i can understand police victims

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

And finally, everyone got their own problems

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

Or cause i’m black, hmmm maybe

I'm nuts man i'm crazy

I just happen to have nuts

Shout out my nigga miles

To get crushed like nuts and go bananas

Let me teach you all the sounds of love