This is a song about "Gas and mud"

Me and my lil' thug gotta it from the mud

If heaven had a height then you would be that tall but

Trying not to live on food stamps and eat at gas stations,

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

And young teens how get shot at gas stations for loudest music,

No, i can’t called bitch i’m lying, i don’t use my phone, shit

It's too turned going up like gas

You after me, huh? i'm after cash

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

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

Or id be pumping gas

Little light in the ass

Then i shun kids with the mud

I thought it'd get better but

And i got that drive and she just might crash

She's the third this week and i haven't stopped for gas