This is a song about "Pull it out the mud"

Me and my lil' thug gotta it from the mud

Dump his dead body outta my pick up truck

Pull out the chloropromazine and the fucking gasoline

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

Blowing head back, bottles by the zone

Pull out the bong, that i own,

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

And everywhere that mary went it wretched her through the mud,

Got to the suburbs pull out the ether and cloth

Pull up on a stark with enough white to kill a horse

Cause you're not my wife, bitch you're a stand for this night

Pull out the pesticide education supplied

Pull it out, yo heart, the beat, the start you see, every part of me

I know when you're coming babymy tongue got you going crazy

Not even on the distance factor chicks who pick the rapper

Every time i pull then out, it just makes rappers madder/