This is a song about "These nutz"

Over these mattresses,

We don't ever make love

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

These rap skills are cunning i'm gunning at all these stupid fucks

These years these fucking living nightmares

Self-hatred...i hate you...and myself

You make a nigga sing songs nice

So ill get up and spit these

Lord, you're so pretty, lying in my arms

I'm calling these shots i'm jumpin these charts

Niggas can't afford these

Steal your love with ease

These bars just got foes tagged these bars hurt call the medic

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

Demons, these angels just took control of these beasts

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans