This is a song about "New orleans military maritime academy"

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

From the streets my beliefs new orleans,

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

I'm a military militia from vietnam

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

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

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

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

Hottest spitta from new orleans, the average system right

Niggas diewhen they try to infiltrate my crewwe never hide, we ride

Or military personnel fatigues and boots,

But little did they know, i’m trying to change the rules

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

And start earning some cash to go back to the academy

A legend out here, and i'm ending careers by the end of my year

Guns, knives, and gear, i'm a military volunteer, now it's all clear,