This is a song about "Orleans"

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

Its way different ma you see em passin' out bars

On april 8th mobb deep is playin' concerts in new orleans,

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

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

So i still be on that yard with a philly of that marley

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

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

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Harder niggas try to hate me, they be lovin’ this side

Hottest spitta from new orleans, the average system right

New orleans southern baptists, gutter trash whites,

And when the sun up i'm like shit you look better in tights

She call me all the time, i ain't no regular joe

Not just for new orleans, i do this for every ghetto,