This is a song about "New orleans saints"

I grew up as a teenager in new orleans, word is bond,

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

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

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

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

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

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

You little young-ass motherfuckers

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

And katrina left all of new orleans devastated,

I dont know whether your apostles or saints

Straight geechi on her, came back with eighty chains

My rhymes so hot they make the saints sizzle

Your two lips they smell like tulips so official

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

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely