This is a song about "Fees nuts"

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

Ever since my grams got old she's been a bit nuts

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

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

Runs from cheeks when they cry, money hungry thieves lovely monthly fees

I just happen to have nuts

Or closed casket for our troubles

Only feel sorry for crack babies and rape victims

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

We vegetables, on them record labels

When she licks on my balls and she fondles my nuts

So i can understand police victims

And im going so fucking nuts

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

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees