This is a song about "Foul"

New orleans, swag, wild style, foul child, suckers,

One can never be judged when he dress like his brothers

You never tire, might as well as inspire

Vial filled with... foul, nasty, filthy... vile bile,

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

Fuck a personal foul, i'm just hurtin' 'em now

Foul breeze night,he posses clear sights

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Non-hesitant to mow you down, foul!

And i ain't always on the prowl

New orleans, swag, wild style, foul child, suckers,

You little young-ass motherfuckers