Gone

I'm so throwed I'm so throwed,
They really can't see me I'm on beast mode,
I'm so VIP that I never pay tolls,
But I rep New Orleans city like a fish bowl,
Crusing around the ghettos seeing the hoes sell their soul,
The streets are so hungry they don't care if you're poor,
If you don't have money they'll probably Milk you for your clothes,
No morals, no sincerity education, no achievements or goals