This is a song about "Deed nuts"

You never did a wrong deed

Yeah i know we never got to meet

Shout out chrissy, rozay and all that

Need rap, to get quick, deed to my sick shit.

Nigga you must of gone nuts

I call it speaking tongues

Slurping my nuts like semen soup for sluts,

I pull up in that 'rari with them other ones

The day has come, dipset remains the ones

Back to the point of wrecking one directiun's nuts

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

And keep in my small shiny white nuts

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

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

Would i want it to change? i would, i'll blast open nuts

And finally, everyone got their own problems