This is a song about "California gold rush"

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

And i drop top off in a hot cold

You can push me aside and rush

But you hate them navel kisses

I want all, but rush don't me

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

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

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

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Me and you just need to talk a bit

Cause i dont rush into shit.

Play hard to get, females get jealous

Its that #ojkush make your head rush