This is a song about "Think she can be my future wife"

We skip right to fucking, they call you to do lunch

So i think about the future with dreams that i can touch,

Well its done. its over. my wife is gone, she died.

Reach for the door, get your access denied

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

Yo bitch be actin religious, she think she delicious

Making love to the streets, they be lusting for bread

Still got my future ahead, should be happy i'm not dead

Fuck around and get tossed up, by the fuckin outlawzbefore i leave, make sure everybody heard

Can she be this blind to the fact that i'm seriously hurt, my name is mud? and i stem from the dirt.

Me going crazy in the future can it be me and you baby

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

He can have my past but he can't take my future

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

With your girl gettin' handy, but you know how she can be

But respect is more real, and ambition the key