This is a song about "Balls in the mud"

Champaign by your tub, rose pedals as she walk, you know the floor don't need to see you

Around a bonfire,buried the gun in the mud like i was taught too

Ah hell not the beast really i don't give a fuck

Red liquid hits the sand making a very unique mud,

My balls die for the thug life

Because i see right through your disguise

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Forced to sleep in mud and drink polluted water

Your balls hiding in their whites

Cause then i’m throwing peace signs

Shots, they back and forth

'cause i had the strength and balls

Me and my lil' thug gotta it from the mud

I be deeping her up, said the d is a drug

Have they all forgot who made this golf shit hot again

Liven in a house made out of mud dirt and rain