This is a song about "These nuts"

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

And the paranoia's clutch was enough to rupture nuts

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

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

I just happen to have nuts

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

And keep in my small shiny white nuts

Shout out my nigga miles

Give no fucks, the flow be nuts

He has bust our nuts

Where you welcome to problems

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

Usually turn out to be the fakest ones

And meetin' mr. folarin could get you cardiac problems

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