This is a song about "Mud wrestling"

You bammas like hyperstrikes, your wifey sleep outside of you

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

I'm a motherfucking beast see me in your sleep

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

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

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

I be deeping her up, said the d is a drug

Me and my lil' thug gotta it from the mud

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

So go dig for yourself a tomb in the motherfucken mud

Po-po wanna pick his brain, ho's wanna give him brain

Liven in a house made out of mud dirt and rain

Red liquid hits the sand making a very unique mud,

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

No sympathy, ain't no love when you in these streets just get something

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