This is a song about "Tf north band"

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

I got a thousand bitches, i'm not too good with vows

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

Facing all this drama when mama's just a little girl

Please take care of all my seeds, to my unborn child

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

Plus you should rap in a kg band

I'll get to em when i land

(the whoever has the ooze leather is band together.)

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Not from the north south east or west i'm the ish from

And i'm man-genie, flyer than the rest of them

Cause you can't even rap in the fourth grade band

Since napster the sales been crashin' and