This is a song about "Western suburbs"

My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve

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

I wouldn't listen to 'emyour power movement was cool

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

Got to the suburbs pull out the ether and cloth

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

Grew up in the suburbs

Call on one of your girls

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

Member when you had a jheri curl didn't quite learn

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

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

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

That'll be another bastard growin up in the suburbs

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

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