This is a song about "Mikey fat nuts"

Fuck a church slut well not really she just slurped nuts,

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

I'm nuts man i'm crazy

What them tippers don't see

Back to the point of wrecking one directiun's nuts

We vegetables, on them record labels

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

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

But i guess that shit's just tough love

To get crushed like nuts and go bananas

One night love: i'mma need that

Click clack with a switch fat

And the paranoia's clutch was enough to rupture nuts

And meetin' mr. folarin could get you cardiac problems

I'm just trynna be like mikey.

I’m tryna be low key