This is a song about "California weed"

Everything ain't what it seems

You better choose. california queens

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

But she took it in his place

Weed and rapping weed in jays

You just need to know i’m comin’, i’ll kill you niggas this summer

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

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

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

Who be puffin that weed

The revolution will proceed

That's why we got washington and california tryna make marijuana legal

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

Cause i got a big fetish with the feet

Who substituted for this weed