This is a song about "New orleans saints"

And for the nigga that pulled the trigger then tried to slide

Hottest spitta from new orleans, the average system right

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

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Im the queen of new orleans

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

It's been a couple months, and tina still ain't perm her fucking weave, damn

I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun

At first grace church in new orleans, and freedom,

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

And he's not fucking working, i think i'm wasting my damn time

I dont know whether your apostles or saints

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

Y’all ain’t the praising saints with the perfect angel’s face,