This is a song about "Fancy mixed nuts"

Man but this ain't no sign language

Go nuts, this instrumental flow much

He has bust our nuts

I call it speaking tongues

Fuck the lord, god and jesus can suck my saggy nuts

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

With words so mixed and twisted

You be on that stalker shit

Fancy type of draws drool on a mild pile

To burn my kingdom, you must use fire

Mixed with open temptations

And the v12, that's on various trips

Don't worry bout a thang baby

I'm nuts man i'm crazy

And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick

Nothin fancy about no bounty baby im frantic