This is a song about "Fancy mixed nuts"

Pssst... psssssst... aiyyoare you afraid to die, or do you wanna live forever

But astronomer is just a fancy word for moon starer

The day has come, dipset remains the ones

Back to the point of wrecking one directiun's nuts

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

Mixed with open temptations

And keep in my small shiny white nuts

We vegetables, on them record labels

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

'cuz it's so deep in my blood, this the only shit that i fancy

As she goes through the levels

He has bust our nuts

And im going so fucking nuts

Shout out my nigga miles

And my nuts stay hanging

I'm doing the same thing