This is a song about "Kuwait"

Niggas get down for the moment, they ain't for movement

It was evil, there was peace in the streets, a breathing unit,

Ye too, but what em did was silly

I do dis for my niggas and city

Mama made her pretty

I grew up in nola city,

When all hell breaks loose thats my city

Oh girl now don't be silly

Capslock cause we only talk capital

And tend to think irrational

Exploding to the pad like an iraq

True, indeed, i don’t rep no block

This luscious brotherhood i've donned since saddam/

Ship, didn't finish college, shit wasn't a problem

And dj's play my records cause i make the needles dance

States the fate of an artist bent on brooklyn banks/