This is a song about "The north"

So grab ya friends and let's take ya back to my house

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

So you don't got to wonder what i got up on my team

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

I bring the heat like the

P stand for pacqiauo nigga

Watch this, hey quik let me see them binoculars, nigga

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

A sight of her face can calm my rage even if the world's weight was hurled/

And of course, my car's off course

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

Grew up in the jungle where it's killers at war

The fuck is everybody so mad at the north for?

Flows, imported from north pole

Timmy got his bike stole