This is a song about "New orleans saints"

Jesus christ, the king of these latter-day saints here

I'm fantasizing in my mind bout how your body feel

About new orleans, atlanta, miami, or the birmingham,

Chima ferguson's bangin', you ace niggas is low card, wolf gang

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

You need a team, a team of psychiatrists working around the clock

Im the queen of new orleans

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

From the streets my beliefs new orleans,

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

That proud feeling we get knowin' that pussy is ours

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

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

And katrina left all of new orleans devastated,