This is a song about "Therapy mud"

Shit, i don't give a fuck, your family looking for you, wish them good luck

Gone stick with you thru the mud, but really thats just a dub for a scrub

Damn instead of rap maybe i need therapy, because of my rarity,what other

Small time drinkin getting high with them armiesjust another knucklehead kid from the gutter

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

Bending words between these bars is my therapy

Yeah i'm a menace, god as my witness, with this pen i'm insane, yup

Old school in my blood like a thug with a slug draped in mud drugs ina mug,

Liven in a house made out of mud dirt and rain

I ain't fucking mexican, but we can have sex again

Third ward general, young cash money

And fake friends need some therapy.

But i was plotting on you, i really wish that i'd have got to know you

He can't even pull his dick out the mud, so cut the crap. i shouldn't have to