This is a song about "Garden west ville"

Selling my assets, i'm so damn illegal that i need to be arrest

Don't give me any crap talk, there's a lot in excess, might just move west

I started a fire now all thats left is the garden

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

I already said im the best, yeah you guessed, fuck kanye west

Great sex, she ain't slept, she can't rest tomorrows that big test

My all gold rolly or the

West side, zone 1, who want the anna?

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

Eastside, take them to the west

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

Best shit to come out the ville, call me the bluegrass biggie/

Full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend

Cuz baby that's how we do it in the west

But it never rain in california unless the pistols out

From the ville, never sold drugs man, the fuck can i rap about?/