This is a song about "Going suburbs to city"

Going to east nexy year

We put a wreath on niggas' career

My mind will ever say,my body's going to suburbs,

Is probably filled with some other niggas numbers

What them tippers don't see

Going to the lobby

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

And the harsh shit hits the suburbs, and they're able to save,

We got money to go get baby

Its not going to stop me,

In the three bear house eating their mothafuckin' porridge

Extention chords bout to break like the new york city bridge.

I love titties, you want hickeys, i don't let girls striptease, iv'e been to every city

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee