This is a song about "California girl"

To my level of hell, this california hotel,

Ain't no skipper but all my bitches is ginger hair

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Got bitches in new york california and decatur

You get paid for that girl

And he, what's his name, earl

Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl

Sex trafficking there goes another sold girl

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

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

Room service, the moon been worthless once apparent to your aura

Here's my generic expression/ pot is being grown in california/