This is a song about "Gutter"

New orleans southern baptists, gutter trash whites,

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

Left us in gutter u stupid mother fucker

People tryna get out the gutter so they sign

Been a star since i was back in one time

They just be eager for money they ain't trynna jesus' mother

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

Working and middle-class people were viewed as gutter trash,

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

I keep it grimey and gutter,my style remind me of the mothership

My kicks like my chick, i don’t need to know the numbers

Man i grew up in the gutter, so fuck them others,

And 53 percent of whites are just seen as "gutter trash",

But girl you’re special like i met you in the slow class