This is a song about "Small nuts"

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

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Yeah, we get this cabbage

Go nuts, instrumental flow much

And im going so fucking nuts

Good kids make bad grown ups

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

We vegetables, on them record labels

Got your bitch on the ground sucking on my nuts (my nuts)

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

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

Far from alarmed, i just part wit my problems

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

Slow sink, can't breath, no remorse, dont think

Should read the small print here's a small hint,