This is a song about "Your mud"

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

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

No days off and i ain't gettin’ sleep

Mud, worms, rats, hmm thats why your dinner's cheap!!

And the governor couldn’t give one fuck

Me and my lil' thug gotta it from the mud

Your on fire.. your on fire

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

See her man face-to-face through the glass

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

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

So go dig for yourself a tomb in the motherfucken mud

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

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

Verse two:yeah niggai got tha word as hellya blew trial and tha judge gave you