This is a song about "Mud"

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

It's something you provide that make me want to get inside you

Gone stick with you thru the mud, but really thats just a dub for a scrub

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

And no matter what they do, there will never be another you

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

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

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

Liven in a house made out of mud dirt and rain

Hit me up in a couple days, we can try again

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

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

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

The workers slingin' mud bricks, rhymes are sweeter,

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Colossal as fuck/ you're just a fossil that grovels in mud