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

Forced to sleep in mud and drink polluted water

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

To highjack you from the hearse and throw you in the mud

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

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

But i was plotting on you, i really wish that i'd have got to know you

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump

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

Killin ya crew is like grenading fish in a bucket/

In that 09' range while i'm singing old tre shit

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

You way some fucking kilotons, fuck sweets, its donuts

Snappin' necks since '05, ain't gotta prove shit

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

I say fuck it before we kick the bucket

Y'all can't ever fade that, i don't ever lack shit