This is a song about "Cali baby boy"

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

I enjoy the headline phrase cali trees ablaze

Everybody put three fingers in the air

Go cali,you and arnold,the mayor can make a gay pair

Hey, looking boy, what you say, looking boy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Ranishia-baby boy me and you will make a dream

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

Strictly cali bud that's no confession

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

Hey, lookin' boy, what you say lookin' boy