This is a song about "Fees nuts"

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

I hurl chargin fees just to acquire my fire an disease

Or closed casket for our troubles

He has bust our nuts

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

And meetin' mr. folarin could get you cardiac problems

No credit card... yet i still got late fees

Like being garbage some type of disease

Back to the point of wrecking one directiun's nuts

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

It's gettin chilly, i'm set to 0 degrees, sign your fees,

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies

Money ain't a thing

And my nuts stay hanging

Go nuts, this instrumental flow much

Now you speaking my language