This is a song about "Nuts"

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

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

I call it speaking tongues

Last monday was nuts, i took 3 sluts

Go nuts, instrumental flow much

Yeah, we get this cabbage

To get crushed like nuts and go bananas

Trying to get back to this thing called love

My lady, my baby

I'm nuts man i'm crazy

And the paranoia's clutch was enough to rupture nuts

Usually turn out to be the fakest ones

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

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

We vegetables, on them record labels

When she licks on my balls and she fondles my nuts