This is a song about "California gold rush"

California house in the hills, big windows no blinds

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

Cause this nigga done got jealous

Its that #ojkush make your head rush

You can push me aside and rush

They getting deals with thier weak buzz

Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care

To my level of hell, this california hotel,

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

Cause what is love if you ain't discover love at heart

California girl, i'm feeling right at home

I woulda done anything for my own

Turn money into diamonds and gold

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

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

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