This is a song about "New orleans saints"

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art

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

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

From the streets my beliefs new orleans,

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

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

Hottest spitta from new orleans, the average system right

Why they try to see my flow, but they know that's outta sight

Your two lips they smell like tulips so official

My rhymes so hot they make the saints sizzle

At the same damn time, got these bitches poppin' monkey

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

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days

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

Birmingham to new orleans, yeah i will smash the town,

Niggas gonna run down, tell you put your gun down