This is a song about "North korea nuke"

Dope money still a object, it’s the same damn grind

North cold or south cold, can't really make up my mind

I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill

Rockets can't stop me cause i'm north too ill.

Yeah, real or fake, bitch!hotter then the summer coupe

I verbally turn the booth into the wasteland of a nuke

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

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

A nuke towards your ignorance, i just pressed the button/

I don't give a fuck, like a senior citizen

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

I'm just north of that, thinking back