This is a song about "Western suburbs"

Grew up in the suburbs

Singing my life with his words

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

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

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

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

I'm forever dope, you can check your schedule

And you'll be spent, you'll be dead, checkin' out like best western

For them to see just who they would knowbut for me i held concern

Like a tumble weed in the western breeze.

My bitches brighter always saying lights please

It's a standoff, somethin kinda like a rap western

Is try and fail, clientele the only way to earn

Got to the suburbs pull out the ether and cloth

Sent to earth to poke catholics in the ass with saws