This is a song about "California highway"

Got bitches in new york california and decatur

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

To my level of hell, this california hotel,

Like dammit you the shit you do it so well

I am not paying no motherfucking retail for purple label this summer

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

I'm the burger king, i gotta have it my way

Someone driving on the wrong side, of the highway,

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

Then i moved to california was hoping to see girls dance salsa

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

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

Ridin' down the highway

Cause it's friday, it's blacc friday