This is a song about "New orleans"

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

See i grew up in new orleans, l.a., with my family,

New orleans, yeah, from the ‘burbs all the way to the hot block,

They said im guilty, i ain't get the chance to say im not

Tell the truth, i ain’t gon’ lie, i got so many rides

New orleans southern baptists, gutter trash whites,

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

In new orleans, close your eyes, might need ya mommy

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

In new orleans, close your eyes, might need ya mommy

And i'm the type of muhfucka that'll share you, shoot

I'm a new man with a new attitude

Not just for new orleans, i do this for every ghetto,

Shout outs to my philly hoes, told her drop that eagle low

Im the queen of new orleans

While scheming on hits