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

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

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

Honey brown, caramel, coffee brown, chocolate

My doc kicked the bucket, so i said fuck it,

Living my life like i'm living right

Bucket heads and goonies in common sight

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

I shoot i hear the buzzer the ball hit the bucket and flushed right in

The workers slingin' mud bricks, rhymes are sweeter,

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Tim rapped on the track, and i felt complete

Your mouth, i don't need, your legs, you can keep

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

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

Black foamposites, it's like we on that mobbing shit

Or am i just another crab in the bucket