This is a song about "California stripper"

Like my flow ain't cold like a new york winter

They call you a whore, a bitch, a ho, and a stripper,

In private, not public in the streets

You better choose. california queens

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

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

I'm the best in the west from california to maine

Nigga don't know how to rap but i'm in the game

Growing up, your dreams are getting bigger

Deep throat a stripper then hit her and quitter,

Deep throat a stripper then hit her and quitter,

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

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

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

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