This is a song about "Suburban gangster"

Those same people, the rich playin’ suburban white suburbanites,

But you know women lieits like i sent my love with a text two times

Making a movie, spike work

You gangster acting bastard.

Somehow the suburban silence flows mystically through rivers,

Now i'm back on my grizzle, a plethora of strippers

I guess i got to be a fucking hand-me-down rapper

Rap a tommy gun and shoot you down like a gangster

Somehow the suburban silence flows mystically through rivers,

See embraces, fall short on the numb tips of street entrepeneur fingers

Recovered man, our plans ta discover other lands, suburban places got me

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Dual-earning whites went and took suburban flight,

I used to write rhymes, all day and all night

The middle class suburban kids are cryin', and slittin' wrists,

I'm feeling like the realest little nigga in this business