This is a song about "Deez nuts gottie"

Trying to give them light and a message

Go nuts, this instrumental flow much

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

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

Give no fucks, the flow be nuts

Good kids make bad grown ups

Only feel sorry for crack babies and rape victims

And the paranoia's clutch was enough to rupture nuts

Or closed casket for our troubles

I just happen to have nuts

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

When she licks on my balls and she fondles my nuts

And finally, everyone got their own problems

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

And im going so fucking nuts

I call it speaking tongues