This is a song about "Mud"

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

To highjack you from the hearse and throw you in the mud

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

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Forced to sleep in mud and drink polluted water

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

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

Then i shun kids with the mud

She said i'm ready to fuck

The workers slingin' mud bricks, rhymes are sweeter,

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

So go dig for yourself a tomb in the motherfucken mud

Red liquid hits the sand making a very unique mud,

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club