This is a song about "North of the prax"

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

You're my river runnin' high, run deep, run wild

Yo, bubble gum that reese's pieces

The things im most scared of

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

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

I'm reppin' my presence like pleasantness from north to south

Raybands...hide the face of,

Hoping that nobody don't notice

My heart'll turn pitch black and cold if i split with my girl

You're the north wind in my sails, now watch them unfurl

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