This is a song about "Suburbs"

Got to the suburbs pull out the ether and cloth

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

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

They probably from the suburbs, can't speak ebonics,

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

Nigga, so high, i gotta modify my schedule

There’s people in the atlanta suburbs who are dirt poor,

Kidnap a dt, tie his ass to a cross

Got to the suburbs pull out the ether and cloth

That'll be another bastard growin up in the suburbs

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

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

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

Grew up in the suburbs

They slowly showin they colors