This is a song about "Lop city"

I grew up in nola city,

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

But he and his crew don't own this city

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I grew up in nola city,

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Good city kendrick maad city is where my mind is resting,

Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch

I broke mama heart with no college

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

I do dis for my niggas and city

705 this our city,

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Fuck life i’m out of rap city

Once as a slave who imagined being free