This is a song about "Mud on the tires"

Shit, i don't give a fuck, your family looking for you, wish them good luck

You can hear those car tires on the road unless you tell me what's up

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

The workers slingin' mud bricks, rhymes are sweeter,

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Set you on fire like tires breaking apart your moral fibers

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

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

Tires screech on that road ground

I drive that all around

Can she be this blind to the fact that i'm seriously hurt, my name is mud? and i stem from the dirt.

Fuck around and get tossed up, by the fuckin outlawzbefore i leave, make sure everybody heard

Red liquid hits the sand making a very unique mud,

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

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump

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