This is a song about "California water drought"

After your hoes leave the jets' hangout

You sound thirstier than a mothafuckin drought.

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

I refresh myself with water

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

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

Fuck a pest, we ain't in raid drought

Never lookin for a handout

Drinkin all night damn i think i caused a drought,

I’m the rapper with clout columbians rap about

To my level of hell, this california hotel,

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

Fucking drought these are my sufferings this is what i go through so try to walk

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings