This is a song about "New orleans saints"

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

I ain't a drinker, i'm a thinker, call it what you want

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

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

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

Better yet they work my every nerve

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

I told my girl i'll be there, so prepare, to get fucked down

I slumped, in my chair and my grades

I dont know whether your apostles or saints

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

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Hottest spitta from new orleans, the average system right

What it means to know your momma or your father on that pipe

And all the pain the world cause she be healin' that shit

And katrina left all of new orleans devastated,