This is a song about "Dez nuts"

And the paranoia's clutch was enough to rupture nuts

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

And the paranoia's clutch was enough to rupture nuts

And meetin' mr. folarin could get you cardiac problems

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

And finally, everyone got their own problems

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

Back to the point of wrecking one directiun's nuts

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

And im going so fucking nuts

But most times darling the sequel sucks

I just happen to have nuts

Nigga you must of gone nuts

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs