This is a song about "Gutter"

One way or another it's to the gutter unless you stay stacking the butter

And to be honest i fathered a lot of brothers in this motherfucker

And bet this, i'm a mothafucking monster

This mother fucker must be some gutter revolver

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger

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

Pray for peace with the babies, they a beast in the summer

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

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

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

Ya'll better hope 2012 really real, cause the way i feel i'mma make ya'll suffer

I was 17 wen he kicked us 3 to the gutter the stupid mother fucker

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

Although i’m in the land of milk and honey

It’s gutter symphony fuck the industry,