This is a song about "The suburbs"

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

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

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

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

Make her surrender &reconsider real nigga

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

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

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

P stand for pacqiauo nigga

I bring the heat like the

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

That'll be another bastard growin up in the suburbs

Gotta go, let her leave

Thinkin of the the dreams