This is a song about "Fancy mixed nuts"

And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels

Back to the point of wrecking one directiun's nuts

Mixed cocktails, shaken not stirred

My shirt, purple label my shirt

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

And my nuts stay hanging

What up girl, tell me how you been

Mixed with excision of inhibition

Go nuts, instrumental flow much

Now you speaking my language

She likes the way it hits her lips

Mixed with open temptations

But astronomer is just a fancy word for moon starer

But even if it rain, we get rained on together