This is a song about "The north"

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

They provokin' suicide but as soon as signed

Huh, a metaphor of course

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

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

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

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

So it’s more for me, she invited me in her mouth

Shout out to aberdeen 1415 north b street

Nigga fuck you cracker, i put you six feet

We used a andy warhol to paint the decor

The fuck is everybody so mad at the north for?

Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl

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