This is a song about "Utter"

And getting money is the song i sing

I utter a line, my enzymes blasting,

You mother fuckers could pitch utter wonders,

Is probably filled with some other niggas numbers

Kaiju in this motherfucker, utter it with me.

Fur for fur, baby; baby, you'll go stir crazy

Judge me for my color and my race, that crap puts an utter in my face

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

Fuck you wit that notin but an utter lie

I'm on my grown man b.i you see why

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

Just a clutter of stuttered thoughts milked from my brain like an utter

Kaiju in this motherfucker, utter it with me.

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

You mother fuckers could pitch utter wonders,

This is only for the hip-hop lovers