This is a song about "Muck"

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

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

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

Sitting in the vile muck just awaiting for death

See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess

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

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

I'm just here to have a good time

Higher in this messed up muck of slime/