This is a song about "North holland"

Shout out to aberdeen 1415 north b street

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

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

I'm on a thousand islands like mcdonald's cows

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

Up in the north west, theres a reason we are called the best!

My driver's out of this world, you playing bumper cars

Screw north west, i’m moving down to the south park, call me stan marsh/

Let's put it on cruise control

Flows, imported from north pole

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

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