This is a song about "Trapping in the suburbs"

Bitch we trapping, trynna boich, bitch ill make it happen

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

I love you though i'll still fuck

Stuck in the in the tub,

Catch you up on places i've been

Knocked out in the lunch in

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines

He's in the books he's in the cites

One more thing, i hope you understand your impact on our race

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

Guns in the waistband, blunts in the pocket

Y’all little ass niggas can’t fuck with that

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

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

Hero in the streets, carnage in the sheets