This is a song about "The suburbs"

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

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

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

As the king upon the throne

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

The more battles the better the flows

Here's the answer and the antidote:

This be the realest shit i ever wrote

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

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

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

That'll be another bastard growin up in the suburbs