This is a song about "El ninos effects in california"

Feeling the complex effects of the acid tablet

Sit the fuck down all you old niggas stand me, faggot

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

‘cause when it come to winning, you don't have the el aguante inside of you

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

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

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

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

And all these bitches that i hung with ain’t doing too well

To my level of hell, this california hotel,

Hit towns with coke, a .45 blue as chrome

California girl, i'm feeling right at home

Ill snap u in have like the seahawks did randell el/

Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell

Boss in my hugo, floss like my tooth hurt

In every thought, in every word