This is a song about "Sitting on the gutter as a kid walks by punch him in the mouth make a weak dog cry"

As they lay in blood stained bedding throw a punch to make your head swing

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

As soon as a nigga cross you you better leave him right in the dust

Nigga fuck your role model bitch, i'm my own idol and

Who thought that light could shine on a spot in the gutter,

Not too many is touching, double m g this summer

But now that we're free, let's be gone, you got me blazing high

I was in a drive by,killed the lights like a pro as i glide by

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

What a fucked up bastard he walks the streets backwards,

And i remember always running in the hallways as a kid,

Lincoln just said that to save the nationthese are lies that we all accepted

The therapist said hello but my mom would wonder

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