This is a song about "California gold rush"

Spiritual, fool's gold

Where i from, it get cold

If you did, you wouldn’t want to be famous

You can push me aside and rush

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

Got bitches in new york california and decatur

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

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

Women front, they get its cold

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

I'm the best in the west from california to maine

Givin' 'em a wet, welcome to the house of pain

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

Turn money into diamonds and gold

California girl, i'm feeling right at home

I'm winning cause ricky made my mistakes known