This is a song about "Norman north"

My shoes cost a fortune paintin these pictures like norman

If you ain't talkin' dollars then i don't see where you comin' from

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

Flows, imported from north pole

It's apart of her goal

Never the gold, i wanted gold plated chains

It equates to a modern day norman bates

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

Forced towards norman the foremen dork,

We all need to grow up, don’t matter east, west, north, south

And the blouses of these bitches always end up in my house