This is a song about "California love"

And i can't help but notice

That's that computer love

X's and o's, you must be the rose

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

To my level of hell, this california hotel,

Tap my partner roscoe like bruh, i'm drunk as hell can't you tell

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

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

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes

Love rapping love sneakers above those

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

California house in the hills, big windows no blinds

A never ending love

It's just textbook stuff

But i'm sitting here downing beers simply just wishing

She's every love song that i love singing