This is a song about "Cal the boy"

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

To the moon, and not owe anyone, boy, cuz boy, thats just what the fuck i do.

Bail hard but balling 50 on them pretty shoes

A yo its our boy spitin the truth

Chris wallace said the sky was the limit

South cal, we runnin' this rap shit

Boy, boy fuck the chorus for now, fuck man, you'll have to bring yo' muhfuckin ears out

Someone's missing out in the crowd, momma's out there shouting i made it, yelling so proud

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

A deep void, sounds are complimentin the beat boy

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

You fucked up boy, you broke the deal

The white boy dissing you till the peel breaks of the snake

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight

To keep up with the same pace looking boy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ