This is a song about "Muddy trucks"

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

They say nothings ever free

Be lucky and muddy,

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

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

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

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

Know what they mean, everything ain't what it seems

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

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

I'm boss like van damme with the trucks

Ending these verses all muddy like vimy's trenches

Plus she outrun any youngin that i've hung with