This is a song about "North of the prax"

I'm dwarfing from the south to the north and,

Don’t i talk nasty, she don’t know my government

But a small girl had been shotmy heart could take no more

The fuck is everybody so mad at the north for?

And what i done just ain't enough

Cause america the terror of,

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

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

What we gotta do to survive

Of the book of your life

Flows, imported from north pole

De la soul is from the soul