This is a song about "Struggle new orleans"

Rebellion and defiance makes my muthafuckin' cock hard

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

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

Is probably filled with some other niggas numbers

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

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

Now thats the fucking struggle

Lady at the frank stand will

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

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

Its the struggle we got gotta

Lucky seven probably poppa

Im the queen of new orleans

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

I'm skipping over that struggle

Just like an animal