This is a song about "Mud races"

Old school in my blood like a thug with a slug draped in mud drugs ina mug,

Now this counselor is trying to tell me that i'm emo, she don't give a fuck

Looks a little like mud!

In that pretty red dress, let's fuck

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

My heart races thinking of fading faces in these desolate places.

In america we have the most races but we still so bias

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

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

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

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

My dawgs got rabies, they bitin each otherand it ain't hard to find a friend like mine

Seeking for oasis, cristal by the cases, ladies of all races with dime

Me and my lil' thug gotta it from the mud

Took something rough and turn it to a diamond