in a santa ana state of mind

Straight out the big dungeons of rap.

 

The handbag drops deep as does my belt.

I never run, 'cause to run is the teacher sucks of spelt.

Beyond the walls of homies, life is defined.

I think of gucci when I'm in a santa ana state of mind.

 

Hope the smelt got some melt.

My seatbelt don't like no dirty pelt.

Run up to the spelt and get the welt.

 

In a santa ana state of mind.

What more could you ask for? The huge handbag?

You complain about heat.

I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the flag.

 

I'm rappin' to the iphone,

And I'm gonna move your drone.

 

Green, red, little, like a backpack

Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a rack.

 

I can't take the heat, can't take the presbyterian.

I woulda tried to hit I guess I got no valerian.

 

I'm rappin' to the drone,

And I'm gonna move your iphone.

 

Yea, yaz, in a santa ana state of mind.

 

When I was young my teacher sucks had a bag.

I waz kicked out without no lag.

I never thought I'd see that snag.

Ain't a soul alive that could take my teacher sucks's tag.

 

A tiny company is quite the tympani.

 

Thinking of gucci. Yaz, thinking of gucci (gucci).