This is a song about "Your mud"

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

You bammas like hyperstrikes, your wifey sleep outside of you

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

And as the years pass by, you can show them foolsbut you ain't trying to hear me cause your stuck

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

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Get dirt on you to cause some fucking mud friction

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

Red liquid hits the sand making a very unique mud,

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

I'm fuckin witchu but i love them bitches you know i'm gettin more cut than nip tuck

Shit, i don't give a fuck, your family looking for you, wish them good luck

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