This is a song about "Death in cali"

Im staring death straight in the face

Looking for them better days

I wallow in death meadow, screams echo, my head's hallow

She call me all the time, i ain't no regular joe

Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes

Sitting in the vile muck just awaiting for death

The decay in this life i've lived astounds me, the death,

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

Death maps, in a lion's sense, alliances, are made by riff-raff,

You're uncool like my mother kin

Strictly cali bud that's no confession

In a cycle of death i'm killing gyros

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

If you still gon' be on some crooked-ass nigga shit

Been in cali a little too long, it got me jaded