This is a song about "Nut sacks"

I can't describe it, but my love can't be cracked like a pistachio nut

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

You cant bust a nut let alone a loaded weapon

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

I kick back and sick tracks you lick sacks

I drop the cash, pop bands then pop tags

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

Sick the duck, nut up or shut up, blake griffin with the dunk

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

His girl? yeah i fucked her, bust a nut up in that cum dumpster

So i can nut on these hoes

I think that she knows

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

Me in a frame busting a nut till i can feel my gut hurting and almost bursting.

And i ain't even have the decency to nut in a rubber

Put that shit on whatever, we running another summer