This is a song about "The advenue"

From the gutter to the roof

Zero options to choose

All that ass in your jeans

Thinkin of the the dreams

Hop off the bus

Where the fuck the chorus

At least i'd be stable, yeah, slightly less popular

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

The water from the past is the same water in the present

Like a passenger on 9/11, please go find a reverend

And be the last nigga left, then i'll be ghost

Here's the answer and the antidote:

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

Still the man with the pan

She said she's never had a man