This is a song about "Left nut bitch"

So i can stab his face and nut on his grave like mourning wood

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

Nutty as a nut cake thinks he is goody two shoes

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them

You cant bust a nut let alone a loaded weapon

Hold my tears i tried my best

'till there's nothin' left.

Not a click i click with the bitch clicks me left me with my dead trees wilted new industry

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

Cuz your a bitch and i was trying when you left my heart traumatized and send blood to you

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

So much nut like i came for three

Please boo what's your size crazy