This is a song about "Therapy mud"

Forced to sleep in mud and drink polluted water

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

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

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few

To highjack you from the hearse and throw you in the mud

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

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

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

But before then i need therapy, for this parody, that i let get out of control carelessly

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

Looks a little like mud!

Say you don’t do what

My last girlfriend would kick me into the mud for no reason

Some of my equals didn't see past their rookie season

Then i shun kids with the mud

She said i'm ready to fuck