This is a song about "Mud diggers"

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

Gone stick with you thru the mud, but really thats just a dub for a scrub

Looks a little like mud!

Without your love it's cold as fuck

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

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

You never gonna forgive me, but your so damn pretty

They've stomped me into the mud, gee for what reason, you stumped me

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

Bleeding but still breathing when you kicked me into the mud,

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

That portray women as objects, as hoes and gold diggers,

I turned into something they never became

Liven in a house made out of mud dirt and rain

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

The workers slingin' mud bricks, rhymes are sweeter,