This is a song about "I m from the suburbs"

Emcee m b, remember the name.

Floor seats at that wizards game

After all the weed....now i m feeling very high...

You can pick apart my raps, i ain’t told ya na’ lie

I shine like something in the sky

I´m so high, my shoes so fly

I'm just ridin i done put a thousand miles on my body

I l-o-v-e the thc, w-double-e-d, either n-a-m-e doesnt matter to me,

I"m ah gut you and the bitch that's with ya

Beautiful are thou, africa

Cop a house in the suburbs just to throw some parties at

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

I'll kiss you just a little, i promise it's forever

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

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