This is a song about "Suburban gangster"

And what you wive me let me know that we'll be alright

Dual-earning whites went and took suburban flight,

My shirt, purple label my shirt

You gangster acting bastard.

Little middle class suburban kid, your rapping's worse,

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Rap a tommy gun and shoot you down like a gangster

I'm feelin' like i better have an answer

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Blurting text with versing jests perplexing suburban heads

And speak to suburban kids

She likes the way it hits her lips

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

I feel like a burden cause i live in a suburban.

//for racial violence victims labeled as gangster thugs

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks