This is a song about "Deed nuts"

From the back seat, back seat

It may be a bad deed,

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

Give no fucks, the flow be nuts

Slurping my nuts like semen soup for sluts,

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

The day has come, dipset remains the ones

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

And the paranoia's clutch was enough to rupture nuts

We vegetables, on them record labels

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

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Got your bitch on the ground sucking on my nuts (my nuts)

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

I learned from the father of lies that i'm nuts

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples