This is a song about "Punk in the city"

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

I grew up in nola city,

In the city of angels no one is safe

Henny in my cup don't need no chase

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

I couldn't help him,let him die in this city

Online this is for the public to stop your punk shit

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Fading into the fog just another name in the log of the city registrar

My ass funky like a cab driver in new york city, pass the class,

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

They chase you a like mouse in the city of the bronx.