This is a song about "Muck"

I'm like sorry ma, this not the time

Higher in this messed up muck of slime/

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

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

Sitting in the vile muck just awaiting for death

Just to try to get a piece of success, love me less

You so got me, i'm open for life forever my wife

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

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

Like my remy with no juice, you a lot like bishop