This is a song about "Muddy trucks"

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Fear in his eye, his pupils are flooding, his new tools are muddy

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

What happened to em, innocently used to play with and adore toy trucks

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

I've mastered this ask of me, my raff ain't practice

Off of ya melody

Be lucky and muddy,

Flee as i pry his blood, right by this trucks underneath

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

As she goes through the levels

I'm boss like van damme with the trucks

Maharishi kicks and bape tee's i really do this

Ending these verses all muddy like vimy's trenches

I got so much dirt on him, so easy to get this hoe muddy

The only team more powerful? sasha and malia family