This is a song about "Comming up from the gutter"

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

My father came up from nothing won't take the shit from granted

Thats why i'm so cold but i'll be in the gutter if i get a fine or penalty

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

From l.a. to mississippi, the south, man i just ran up,

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

Please show love, make way for the bad girls club

All the girls with the pictures from the waist up

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

It’s gutter symphony fuck the industry,

Takin' clips from the magazines like killers, filled up,

I don't really know what the fuck's in my cup

A concurrent act; her eyes would flutter, her dignity down the gutter

Am i cheating on this woman if i'm gettin' naked pictures from another

At least i'd be stable, yeah, slightly less popular

Leave you bruised and bloody then you wind up in the gutter