This is a song about "The suburbs"

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

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

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

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

Lying to the children when she know you ain't the dad

That'll be another bastard growin up in the suburbs

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

Where the fuck the chorus

Ass shots is a plus

All my shit designeri fucked your bitch in versace, nigga

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

The bigger the the fun

And it weighs a ton

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

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