This is a song about "Neck suckers"

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

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

So do yourself a favor put the rope around your neck.

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

Running past them other suckers when i overlap.

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Il bust that tec across your deck and across your neck

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

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

And please never disrespect my set

Jesus piece around my neck

Head so big i got a crooked neck

Their buzz internet and mines in her net

Spitting sentences spilling residue on his crew neck

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead