This is a song about "California niggaz"

That's how it went down in california then i've moved to florida

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

Niggaz always wondering when the torture ends, yup!!!

Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup

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

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

I stopped hangin around yall cause niggaz like you

You ain't never shed light on nothing that they're going through

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

Yeah, napoleanpicture me sipping on 1-5-1drunk then a motherfucker

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

You better choose. california queens

Candy niggaz re-see's we see ur peanut butter

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

John rocket atlanta's bravest know that i'm awesome

And tell where a lot of niggaz got they whole style from