This is a song about "I come from the gutters"

But nobody gives a fuck, fuck it, signed anonymous

The feelings from within that seemed to come from above

Know just what you worth

Scrapes grime off the gutters

Probably fuck up your budget, yea, i’m playing with numbers

Kismet hadn't finished its trip, one relinquished his bridge to the gutters

I come from humboldt where we turn dirt into money

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

No man alive has ever witnessed struggles i survived

Only when i've come this far from the grind do i find

Petty mortals still don't realize where i come from

The race war, when it's us against all of them

I come home late from work, and it’s been a tough night,

This is everything that we call hype