This is a song about "Northern 14"

Tell the truth, i ain’t gon’ lie, i got so many rides

Smokin' on that kush, man the weed is northern lights,

Conversations about tsunami's and current affairs

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

Paper planes, long flights

Under heavy strobe northern nights

That internal exorcist, expanding the intimate

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

Wasn’t bustin’ jimmy, i’d be busy gettin’ paid

Gentrification forcing my people to relocate

If i give a fuck, it's probably from my dick

Such a comedian oncoming median traffic

Ain't uniquely present, but distinctly obsolescent

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

Only 14 and i already have an oligarch

Rebellion and defiance makes my muthafuckin' cock hard