This is a song about "Atlanta"

Throw him off the banister, shoot him on camera

I murder emcees from cali to atlanta,

About new orleans, atlanta, miami, or the birmingham,

Somebody need to tell 'em that they can't do it like i can

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

The clearly vivid murals in atlanta with depictions,

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

Bust that pussy open, turn that sofa to a fuckin pool