This is a song about "Your mud"

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

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

I've got muslims calling on jesus

Freezing your nose, your eyes, your corneas,

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

But i was plotting on you, i really wish that i'd have got to know you

So go dig for yourself a tomb in the motherfucken mud

I'm gettin money til my pockets need a tummy tuck

Your on fire.. your on fire

But that's what he liked her

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

The workers slingin' mud bricks, rhymes are sweeter,

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

Bleeding but still breathing when you kicked me into the mud,