This is a song about "Suburbs"

Got to the suburbs pull out the ether and cloth

Sent to earth to poke catholics in the ass with saws

That'll be another bastard growin up in the suburbs

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

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

Bust that pussy open, turn that sofa to a fuckin pool

Talking of the gods you serve

Grew up in the suburbs

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

So as soon as i hear y'al on some real pro black

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

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

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

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Got to the suburbs pull out the ether and cloth

They rap they're ass off and don't nobody like their songs