This is a song about "Suburban gangster"

Then sip on this remy til they turn me up some

Snatch a bitch up stuff her in the back of my suburban

Acting gangster but you're gettin beat

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

Rap a tommy gun and shoot you down like a gangster

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

Somehow the suburban silence flows mystically through rivers,

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

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Blurting text with versing jests perplexing suburban heads

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

I decrescendo cause i'm from the suburban thresholds,

Covered suburban kids, man they're just rich white kids

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets