This is a song about "These nuts across your face"

That it remembers the look on your face

This is no trial, this a closed case

They may be real to your face

Im drowning down, i couldn't dodge the wave

You need to take your ass back across the trailor park

Want the title but im always fighting under card

She don't even need a job, got one anyways

I remember the makeup running down your face

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

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

Fuck that nigga, i am the party

But in palmin these nuts so pardon me

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This shits nuts, inclined but the signs worsen/ trying to lift up your minds curtains