This is a song about "Unsalted nuts"

And meetin' mr. folarin could get you cardiac problems

And the paranoia's clutch was enough to rupture nuts

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

Now you heard my dope flow, yes i'm really this nuts

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Would i want it to change? i would, i'll blast open nuts

So i can understand police victims

Back to the point of wrecking one directiun's nuts

And finally, everyone got their own problems

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

And the paranoia's clutch was enough to rupture nuts

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

Go nuts, instrumental flow much

Man but this ain't no sign language

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

I pull up in that 'rari with them other ones