This is a song about "New orleans"

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

New recipes and a few new fucking dominions.

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

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

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

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

Tell the truth, i ain’t gon’ lie, i got so many rides

New orleans southern baptists, gutter trash whites,

Then she on her facebook like when we finna party

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

One can never be judged when he dress like his brothers

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

New targets when i see new faces

Hypnotized the masses behind versace glasses

All my niggas get together to gather loot

I'm a new man with a new attitude