This is a song about "Mud wrestling"

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

My last girlfriend would kick me into the mud for no reason

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

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

You gave me a taste, now i know there's no getting off you

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

Ain wrestling it rugged like chippins on the ground

Well do the hokey-pokey, and turn that ass around

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

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

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

Yessir, lets have a toast for the girls that you offer them ones but they ain't let you

Some niggas ain't got no luck

Then i shun kids with the mud

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

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