This is a song about "Walnuts"

Now money is a service, but it's worthless, there's no purpose, shit,

Writing line after line i never quit, finish the lyrics now its time to spit.

Gave away for another day a real renisance man

'cause it was an admired service-man

Niggas drop like the soldiers for the oil barrels,

A huge pool of blood, stool, and atoms