This is a song about "Gutta"

Him to end up in the gutta like a nigga. he wanna be a wrestler,i told him to

Stop milking our time, in the back of your mind you think, "we don't give a fuck about you"

Live from the gutta, big butt sluts and ya mother

Cuz i be on a hot grind like a skater in summer

Him to end up in the gutta like a nigga. he wanna be a wrestler,i told him to

Coughing up blood, looked over and mama was through, that one-two and you know they capped you