This is a song about "Fucking tim hortons donuts in the mud bucket"

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

You way some fucking kilotons, fuck sweets, its donuts

Old school in my blood like a thug with a slug draped in mud drugs ina mug,

Shit, i don't give a fuck, your family looking for you, wish them good luck

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

And everywhere that mary went it wretched her through the mud,

Bleeding but still breathing when you kicked me into the mud,

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

Rails n nails in the air, slow mo, like snails & tim dale's speech impediment.

I roll with skaters and musicians with an intuition

Get dirt on you to cause some fucking mud friction

I had beautiful words but girls never listened

Me and my lil' thug gotta it from the mud

It makes me sick to the stomach, if they dont want it they throw the shit in the bucket

You say the words that can get me back in focuswhen i was sick as a little kid