When the nut was plentiful, when the nut was tender because I’m fasting from the nut, I go outside to clear my mind but I see a nut tree, I see nuts of every kind And so I begin to wonder if fasting from the nut is a blunder should I just go crazy? should I release the thunder? But oh, no! I made a bet that I could resist the nut and I am not a baller! Best believe I’m not paying that five dollars. A week left in my journey for the nut I am yearning. The nut will not bug me, I’m not a roly poly I am a man, the nut will not control me. So December comes blooming, blooming like a daisy. Best believe, night of December; ya boi is going crazy.