This is a song about "Mud on the tires"

Cabo to jamaica every weekend honey moon and you

Around a bonfire, buried the gun in the mud like i was taught to,

So ya better get lower than flo-rida inside of a lowrider with no tires in the hole

It'll be a classic bro, u'll die in the clash but no impact will be had on ur plastic soul

Entrance no charge cause we late to the club

Me and my lil' thug gotta it from the mud

Probably fuck up your budget, yea, i’m playing with numbers

Set you on fire like tires breaking apart your moral fibers

My last girlfriend would kick me into the mud for no reason

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

Pirelli on my tires, call me 6 bands

You got me in a trance, please take off your pants

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

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

Told the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and

Red liquid hits the sand making a very unique mud,