This is a song about "Out the gutter"

But the truth always comes out

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

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

Here's my heart you can hold it, i won't need it on this road trip

It’s gutter symphony fuck the industry,

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

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

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

New orleans southern baptists, gutter trash whites,

And when the sun up i'm like shit you look better in tights

In my search for fame will i change? i'm askin

Jumpin out the gym, jumping out the gym

I said man i dont get you / you rather be a man stuck in the gutter un critical/

Hustlin in our hoods , slanging nothing but the goods / street to street you will

It's a catastrophy to feel the ground quake from the stage all the way to your house garage fucker

We may never be together.. i'd rather die and degrade in the gutter than see her smile for another/