This is a song about "Palmers nuts"

I’m a rare one, camo’s and some rare ones

Last monday was nuts, i took 3 sluts

Back to the point of wrecking one directiun's nuts

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

Money ain't a thing

And my nuts stay hanging

Slurping my nuts like semen soup for sluts,

We vegetables, on them record labels

Ever since my grams got old she's been a bit nuts

Usually turn out to be the fakest ones

I learned from the father of lies that i'm nuts

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

He has bust our nuts

Shout out my nigga miles

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

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