This is a song about "City natives"

Now i can draw your face up pretty

I couldn't help him,let him die in this city

I grew up in nola city,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

But he and his crew don't own this city

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

If its a different state or different city?

To get a pair, natives killed him right in front the mall

Motherfucking 8 balls, til’ we live at the pool hall

You heard i was in jail, well i just came from the mall

No love at all no love for my natives at all

And for 20-spat about the city!

The weed in me is real sticky

I thought van-city was home

Blowing head back, bottles by the zone