This is a song about "Your mud"

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

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

Translation cause my life is too sweet

Forced to sleep in mud and drink polluted water

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

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

I've got muslims calling on jesus

Freezing your nose, your eyes, your corneas,

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

While scheming on hits

The workers slingin' mud bricks, rhymes are sweeter,

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

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

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck