This is a song about "California water drought"

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

Goin to class readin the grapes of wrath, this aint no dust bowl this a drought,

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

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

You in the basement, i'm on the roof again

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

I'll keep on moving and tryna get out

His rep's about to forbear a drought, he's in doubt,

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

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

High on loud when i be ridin' out

Fuck a pest, we ain't in raid drought

You better choose. california queens

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

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