This is a song about "Green nuts"

Shout out my nigga miles

Nigga you must of gone nuts

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

Back to the point of wrecking one directiun's nuts

To get crushed like nuts and go bananas

Because your pops wasn't anxious

So y'all can cope n' touch

Go nuts, instrumental flow much

And the paranoia's clutch was enough to rupture nuts

Only feel sorry for crack babies and rape victims

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

They might as well be squirrels, how the going after nuts

Cause you couldn't smoke a dick, or inhale two nuts.

The day has come, dipset remains the ones

But without you girl, i feel like i'm going nuts

And all we lack is communication like service sucks