This is a song about "The north yukon"

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

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

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

Might want to purchase some game, homey your shit is so wack

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

Before i bury ya head in the north n ya body in the south

The fuck is everybody so mad at the north for?

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

And this money handsome, ain't that a panty anthem

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

That proud feeling we get knowin' that pussy is ours

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