This is a song about "The new orleans saints"

Never seen you as lyrical

My rhymes so hot they make the saints sizzle

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

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

At first grace church in new orleans, and freedom,

9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son

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

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

I told my girl i'll be there, so prepare, to get fucked down

Birmingham to new orleans, yeah i will smash the town,

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

See i grew up in new orleans, l.a., with my family,