This is a song about "Landforms of canada"

Comin' straight from canada, justine bieber,

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

So rest your weary heart

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

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Return of the king of flow

You haven't flowered loco

Of being of always getting wired

Need to be goin to hawaii, seein the world

Take that bitch to canada where errything is snow

A nigga ghost every time youngin on the flow

But you hate them navel kisses

The things im most scared of

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

And now these hoes are on my line