This is a song about "Western suburbs"

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

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

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

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

Grew up in the suburbs

Actions speak louder than words

Pressed in timeswe busted like bubbleswith the police

Like a tumble weed in the western breeze.

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

So if he die, and came back, would he try to save rap

They probably from the suburbs, can't speak ebonics,

She on media take out, but don't take out her kids

I run circles round these niggas' world like saturn

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

Got to the suburbs pull out the ether and cloth

They rap they're ass off and don't nobody like their songs