This is a song about "These nuts"

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

And keep in my small shiny white nuts

And the paranoia's clutch was enough to rupture nuts

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

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

Fuck a church slut well not really she just slurped nuts,

Go nuts, this instrumental flow much

Now you speaking my language

Trying to give them light and a message

Go nuts, instrumental flow much

But in palmin these nuts so pardon me

This is like riding through the city

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

And the paranoia's clutch was enough to rupture nuts

To add to the list of beverly hills victims

When she licks on my balls and she fondles my nuts