This is a song about "Muddy trucks"

Ending these verses all muddy like vimy's trenches

I'm ballin you niggas is arliss so watch this

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

Both: we both love our moms, women with grown women needs

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

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

Four out of five try to fake and get serious

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

I'm boss like van damme with the trucks

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

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

Be lucky and muddy,

Off of your melody