This is a song about "Deeze nuts ha got em"

Look, cole world, still a cold world

I got em goin head first

And only cheat on my broad if i run out of answers

It's nuts, how does he got such an appetite for food rappers

Got em deep in the dirt

Chasing them checks, nike work

And i got 'em running miles,

Jeremy scotts, 3 stripes

Who's next to release? we guillotine them

We still got emcees who spread hip hop and i thank 'em,

She got perfect proportions playin em like organs

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

And this money handsome, ain't that a panty anthem

Everybody got they problem, and we here tryna solve 'em.