This is a song about "Drop nut"

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

You cant bust a nut let alone a loaded weapon

I can't describe it, but my love can't be cracked like a pistachio nut

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

My album gonna drop

That's how i got the weed spot

At the top/. make it drop,/

You know i am not gon stop

Apparently i'm a total nut so you better not be allergic,

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

It's waking time, time to drop

Just searching for the perfect shot

It's pain in my eyes but these yves saints blind you to look

So i can stab his face and nut on his grave like mourning wood

I sell hot peas and butter, don't want to see you suffer

And i ain't even have the decency to nut in a rubber