This is a song about "Floods of north carolina"

Flows, imported from north pole

De la soul is from the soul

Out of mind out of sight

Girl i don’t want to rush tonight

Of the book of your life

Before we see it's hard to live

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Of which im not exactly proud of,

My criteria ain't even that serious

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

Before i bury ya head in the north n ya body in the south

Yea this is like a penthouse, served at the top floor

The fuck is everybody so mad at the north for?