This is a song about "Nuts"

But most times darling the sequel sucks

And im going so fucking nuts

Cause you couldn't smoke a dick, or inhale two nuts.

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

I know howard that college, but uptown has some problems

And the paranoia's clutch was enough to rupture nuts

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

And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels

They might as well be squirrels, how the going after nuts

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

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

And the paranoia's clutch was enough to rupture nuts

Now you heard my dope flow, yes i'm really this nuts

And meetin' mr. folarin could get you cardiac problems

And my nuts stay hanging

Flapjack, ooh he bring