This is a song about "Costa mesa"

Looking for foes to leak, costa ricans or puerto ricans,

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Bitch im a hella stella, i can rap this shit acopella, but just note to self i never-ever tell ya

Promised, i'm as determined as them old timers, i wanna villa in a costa

As i pack my bags and head to mesa / where we getting our cake up/

Yeah i'm a menace, god as my witness, with this pen i'm insane, yup

To the dealers , tweakers and weirdos on date/ mesa , i cant hate/ downin our

I am not paying no motherfucking retail for purple label this summer

Raised in the streets , so i tell them mesa made me.

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see