This is a song about "California gangs"

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

California house in the hills, big windows no blinds

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

Obviously oakland gangs ignore this carelessly

Back in california i've seen dead bodies end up in the dumpster

When i'm digging in her pussy, i'm never using a rubber

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

That's why we got washington and california tryna make marijuana legal

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

Kidnapping girls, killing niggas for gangs

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

I phone home to the real they wanna know just how it feel

I roll with real gangs stole 'n steal grams make a bitch squeal

Married to this rap shit, tell em' throw the rice

California house in the hills, big windows no blinds