This is a song about "Lug nuts"

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

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Proud of the fact,that they're making you nuts,

We vegetables, on them record labels

Give no fucks, the flow be nuts

I call it speaking tongues

And the paranoia's clutch was enough to rupture nuts

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

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

Usually turn out to be the fakest ones

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

And meetin' mr. folarin could get you cardiac problems

And im going so fucking nuts

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels

Mr. pacquiao, i'm packing

And my nuts stay hanging