This is a song about "Gas n mud"

With such an ugly picture in it and

Me and my lil' thug gotta it from the mud

Shower you like a jew in nazi gas

You after me, huh? i'm after cash

Act fact, hourglass, pedal to the floor, step on the gas

She gon' shake that little ass while they rain with that cash

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

The workers slingin' mud bricks, rhymes are sweeter,

I know you're mad, but so what

Then i shun kids with the mud

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

Action packed nipple squeezin', boy colder than sniffle season

My last girlfriend would kick me into the mud for no reason

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

I’m trifling, damn right ignorant