This is a song about "Mud on the tires"

I had beautiful words but girls never listened

So go dig for yourself a tomb in the motherfucken mud

Im burnin tires comin down the boulevard higher then a heaven choir

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

If theres no i.d. adios got no interest in minors

Shotgun in a satchel in the back of the tires

He can't even pull his dick out the mud, so cut the crap. i shouldn't have to

Can’t take no more of your shit cause i can do better without you

I thought it'd get better but

Then i shun kids with the mud

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

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

The workers slingin' mud bricks, rhymes are sweeter,

We're young and we don't give a fuck

Looks a little like mud!