This is a song about "Inglewood california"

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

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

Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans

You better choose. california queens

Got bitches in new york california and decatur

Raquel treat me like my father like a fucking stranger

California house in the hills, big windows no blinds

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

That's how it went down in california then i've moved to florida

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

Want the title but im always fighting under card

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

Then i moved to california was hoping to see girls dance salsa

I date a white girl soundin' black on the phone

California girl, i'm feeling right at home