This is a song about "Muddy trucks"

Be lucky and muddy,

Not hungry for my poetry

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

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

Ending these verses all muddy like vimy's trenches

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

I'm boss like van damme with the trucks

But most times darling the sequel sucks

I’m a beast when my shit hits the streets these niggas cease

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

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

Pay him some attention, he's smart and he's genius

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

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably