This is a song about "Cali drip money"

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

Music is money, money isn't music

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere

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

I don't know what you heard about

And watch ya blood drip out

With an encrypted script, leave you with your blood to drip

Guess you niggas wasn't listening, homeroom shit

Cali if you dont know where i got this

Fuck 2dopeboyz, all them niggas bitches

Look, i got no time for that type of connection

Strictly cali bud that's no confession

And all the pain the world cause she be healin' that shit

I spit rhymes so profound it make your clit drip

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,