This is a song about "Josh eats mud"

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

The workers slingin' mud bricks, rhymes are sweeter,

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck

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

I can make the clouds jealous nigga i am that fly

Barack obama comin' this way, he eats all the pie

Red liquid hits the sand making a very unique mud,

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh

Get dirt on you to cause some fucking mud friction

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position

He eats rows of em with mustard

Keep that tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

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

Liven in a house made out of mud dirt and rain

I've be stressin in the spotlight, i want the fame