This is a song about "California"

I love that hour glass shape you got up on that frame

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

California house in the hills, big windows no blinds

And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive

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

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

Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice

California house in the hills, big windows no blinds

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

Got bitches in new york california and decatur

To my level of hell, this california hotel,

Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell

California girl, i'm feeling right at home

Drink whatever's left, kill the pussy, tombstone

They just be eager for money they ain't trynna jesus' mother

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