This is a song about "Mud"

Looks a little like mud!

I don't really give a fuck

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

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

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

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

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

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

The prerequisite is gun clappin' so what happened

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

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

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

I'm gettin money til my pockets need a tummy tuck

So go dig for yourself a tomb in the motherfucken mud