This is a song about "Left nut"

Spit that raw shit, y'all some talkative condoms, fall back

No fake is safe against me, i'm a tough nut to crack

But got comma’s in my statement

Like nut smoking up blunt for blunt

Just say he's the best

With the rest who are left

I put on for my city i should ball with vick and them

You cant bust a nut let alone a loaded weapon

A couple of y'all ain't took a field trip to the hood

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

Left, right, left, i've just gotta keep walking.

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Nutty as a nut cake thinks he is goody two shoes

You would think that i had a match for a tooth