This is a song about "Suburbs"

Grew up in the suburbs

Shout out bobby on hundreds

And hell if i'm gon tell him, now shut up and play it cool

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

I’m a sinner, jesus christ, please forgive me for my ways

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

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Got to the suburbs pull out the ether and cloth

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words

That'll be another bastard growin up in the suburbs

My mind will ever say,my body's going to suburbs,

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

Got to the suburbs pull out the ether and cloth

Sent to earth to poke catholics in the ass with saws

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

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things