This is a song about "Western suburbs"

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

By those that were slow as molasses, take this shit to school

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

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

I run circles round these niggas' world like saturn

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

Got to the suburbs pull out the ether and cloth

My desire to never fall leads me to hitting walls

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

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

We skip college, chase dollars and black pennies

Like a tumble weed in the western breeze.

And if you got it you gettin wet, nigga bet on that

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

Grew up in the suburbs

Talking of the gods you serve