This is a song about "Muck"

Ends in a fuck to cover up the muck we stew up,

From the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

Sitting in the vile muck just awaiting for death

Higher in this messed up muck of slime/

They ain’t got no life ‘cause they always on mine

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Well be running a muck with our music, doorlists and business

Nobody gives a fuck about usbut when i start to rise

In a muck stealin from his mom's purse just to get by in life