This is a song about "These nuts"

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

Slurping my nuts like semen soup for sluts,

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

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

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

Only feel sorry for crack babies and rape victims

And the paranoia's clutch was enough to rupture nuts

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

And im going so fucking nuts

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Go nuts, this instrumental flow much

Never agree with that message

He has bust our nuts

Where you welcome to problems

I just want somebody i can see

But in palmin these nuts so pardon me