Atlanta, Atlanta, the little peach. Men, or should I say wanna be's walkin' round tryin to prove that they are something that they are not. You ain't no man cause you can get a girl hot. Get a chick pregnant. Get a check and keep it to yourself cause you and your baby mama don't get along. Makes me believe you started that fight Cause baby boy was just too much to support. Hummmm. Atlanta, Atlanta the little peach Sistah, you're not a woman. I ain't knockin' welfare or or anything. But don't get it twisted. We went to school in the hood together, played together. I know you girl. At least in first grade you had a dream of becoming a teacher or something. Now you sitting back trying to teach your kids that the government will take care of their every need, for free. Hummm... Atlanta, Atlanta the little peach... Children, jail ain't a roof over your head. A small cell is not a POT to piss in. Bars are not windows to throw it out of. Let Big Daddy do his own runs. Let mama sell herself. Let everybody tell you ain't gonna be nothin. Let you be you and prove them wrong. Let that dummy on the corner get high by hisdamnself And don't die thinking that money is God. Atlanta.....hummmm.