This is a song about "Nuts"

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

The day has come, dipset remains the ones

Last monday was nuts, i took 3 sluts

So i can understand police victims

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

To add to the list of beverly hills victims

We vegetables, on them record labels

And the paranoia's clutch was enough to rupture nuts

Shout out my nigga miles

I just happen to have nuts

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

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

And im going so fucking nuts

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

And the paranoia's clutch was enough to rupture nuts

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