This is a song about "New orleans killing"

That proud feeling we get knowin' that pussy is ours

I grew up in new orleans, ball players and rhyme stars,

I never fit in with them light skins

From the streets my beliefs new orleans,

Aiyyo i argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall, winter time

They know im in new orleans bitch east5ide is where i resign

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

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

Is probably filled with some other niggas numbers

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

.started makin stak..killing killing killing killing killing killing raps

But on the other hand i don't understand why you got other plans