This is a song about "Raised in the suburbs"

Got to the suburbs pull out the ether and cloth

A nigga pull the thing on ya'll, ya'll stain ya'll draws

Raised in a masacre, im a basterd till the day i die

That’s why you never expect to see me say goodbye

Bitch please, my empathy died when the entropy raised

Don't take more than i can get to prevent waste

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

Cuz bitches can manipulate in several different ways

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

How they, play the game to bring pain to us, we're raised,

I bring the tension in bricks, your raised it up a couple grams,

If i could do it all again, have just one more chance

Chillin' in pajamis, waitin' on the first

Born and raised in a swirled twirled hip hop world

They gave us life and even in the strife, man they raised us,

Stacey dash type, i'm cheatin' and they clueless