This is a song about "This nuts"

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Slurping my nuts like semen soup for sluts,

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

When she licks on my balls and she fondles my nuts

Usually turn out to be the fakest ones

And the paranoia's clutch was enough to rupture nuts

Nigga you must of gone nuts

As she goes through the levels

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

Fuck the lord, god and jesus can suck my saggy nuts

And im going so fucking nuts

Don’t let me talk about the deal ones

Go nuts, instrumental flow much

Now you speaking my language

Far from alarmed, i just part wit my problems

And the paranoia's clutch was enough to rupture nuts