This is a song about "Punk in the city"

I grew up in nola city,

I delete they history

I suffocated the little motherfucking punk last night.

I just think i need one night, slightly more if it's done right

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

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

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment

You get the picture? i hope not cause i'm no punk

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

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

Maybe it's the way the played it in my hearti knew one day i gotta be a star

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

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Cause i fucked two cukoo prostitutes in the city!

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

In piss creek with rumble from your city