This is a song about "Orleans"

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

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

New orleans southern baptists, gutter trash whites,

For being jealous of a brother when he rides

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

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

New orleans, yeah, from the ‘burbs all the way to the hot block,

With their own versions and different shitthe same night i prayed to god

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

They call me better now. see when everything is stopped

What the fuck i look like, saying i'm sorry

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

And katrina left all of new orleans devastated,

Cause innocent women’ll stalk you if you fuck em good

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

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box