This is a song about "Your mud"

I ain't talkative neither

Your on fire.. your on fire

The jiggas and the tips

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

Around a bonfire, buried the gun in the mud like i was taught to,

Lobster over salmon and i ain't ever tried to tuna you

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

Baby, you got that super bass

Your eyes it's my paradise, your

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

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

You bammas like hyperstrikes, your wifey sleep outside of you

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

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

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

So go dig for yourself a tomb in the motherfucken mud