This is a song about "Unsalted nuts"

Ever since my grams got old she's been a bit nuts

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

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

We vegetables, on them record labels

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

So i can understand police victims

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

I just happen to have nuts

Nigga you must of gone nuts

Good kids make bad grown ups

I learned from the father of lies that i'm nuts

Far from alarmed, i just part wit my problems

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

And the paranoia's clutch was enough to rupture nuts

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

And the paranoia's clutch was enough to rupture nuts