This is a song about "Muck"

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

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

Dump his dead body outta my pick up truck

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

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

Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice

Higher in this messed up muck of slime/

You reflect in this heart of mine

Sitting in the vile muck just awaiting for death

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz