This is a song about "Mud"

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

Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them

They've stomped me into the mud, gee for what reason, you stumped me

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

The workers slingin' mud bricks, rhymes are sweeter,

See, i like the person that you are

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

I pray the lord my guns to keep

Looks a little like mud!

What, what ... project shit what

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

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

Me and my lil' thug gotta it from the mud

It's not making sense to you right now but

I love my onesand now i put blood on yousnatch money from you

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