This is a song about "Chez its"

Go where you ain't been

Its an imagination

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

Mind deceives its shine. last of its kind, tries to leave its past behind.

Uh, its elementary

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Now jordan iii my shoe, double m g my crew

Na its all about the blue, man im telling you its true

Fuck this shit its scary its time to go fly, guy

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby

Its like segregation when its stoners vs products

"what you doin'?" nothin' much, would shout some other stuff

Got me rushed to the station

Its in operation

Its full bad,its just sad

The crown ruler is back