This is a song about "Mudding"

I write my test and pass it in to the teacher

The workers slingin' mud bricks, rhymes are sweeter,

Onto the mud, he needs to hush. he sees the girl, she's lush.

This fetish with drinkin' nigga's blood in never enough

Still i'm treating women right, i never had to watch oprah much

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