This is a song about "These nuts"

What's the deal with the nets though

Suck on these nuts, blow bitch blow

Back to the point of wrecking one directiun's nuts

Only feel sorry for crack babies and rape victims

And the paranoia's clutch was enough to rupture nuts

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

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

Slurping my nuts like semen soup for sluts,

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

And finally, everyone got their own problems

To get crushed like nuts and go bananas

She need now, she ain't never needed love

Far from alarmed, i just part wit my problems

And the paranoia's clutch was enough to rupture nuts

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

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