This is a song about "Your mud"

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

Hoping that the material possesions can materialise to a better you

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

And i got that drive and she just might crash

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

And everywhere that mary went it wretched her through the mud,

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

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

Huh, a metaphor of course

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

The workers slingin' mud bricks, rhymes are sweeter,

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

Gone stick with you thru the mud, but really thats just a dub for a scrub

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

Take a puff from the blunt and watch the smoke swirlmy mossberg goes boom, what's another plug