This is a song about "Your mud"

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

Looks a little like mud!

She was the queen of the club

Then i shun kids with the mud

Cause i'll +bolt+ on usain, i'm too ahead of the game

Liven in a house made out of mud dirt and rain

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

The workers slingin' mud bricks, rhymes are sweeter,

When the river nile flooded, water, mud/ silt from the river had washed all up

She say she want a diamond, lisa raye welcome to the player's club

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

That's how this shit be goin when you go for number one

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

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

I give you my heart just don’t break the shit to pieces

Freezing your nose, your eyes, your corneas,