This is a song about "Mikey fat nuts"

Where you welcome to problems

Nigga you must of gone nuts

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

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels

Shout out my nigga miles

And im going so fucking nuts

Lying to yourself, all over an image

Go nuts, instrumental flow much

And finally, everyone got their own problems

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

We vegetables, on them record labels

Slurping my nuts like semen soup for sluts,

Would i want it to change? i would, i'll blast open nuts

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

Go nuts, this instrumental flow much

Aw fuck y'all! ay fuck the judge