This is a song about "Gas n mud"

So go dig for yourself a tomb in the motherfucken mud

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

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

Iphone and ipad, air max, and my gat

You outta gas? do you got a flat?

That shit was wack as fuck

Then i shun kids with the mud

With the dickerson mask would be getting in the ass

I'm banking a full tank, you're running on low gas

We getting money, you can face the facts

With gasoline and unfastened gas valves,

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

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

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