This is a song about "Mud wrestling"

I'm not threatening, if he start wrestling, then he force me to start menacing/

She feels a baby is the way to save her relationship that ain't nothing

I can always go home and look down my street

Mud, worms, rats, hmm thats why your dinner's cheap!!

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

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

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

When the river nile flooded, water, mud/ silt from the river had washed all up

You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck

Red liquid hits the sand making a very unique mud,

I'm your favorite rapper, fan, it's an honor to shake my hand

To beat me bring a black guy in a mexican wrestling mask

As i coordinate the perfect feature

The workers slingin' mud bricks, rhymes are sweeter,

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

Cabo to jamaica every weekend honey moon and you