This is a song about "Muddy trucks"

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

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

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

Ending these verses all muddy like vimy's trenches

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

I'm boss like van damme with the trucks

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

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

Be lucky and muddy,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

In these new lebron viiis, you are just a witness

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

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