This is a song about "La cali"

No need to trip, you can tell em that i’m cool as hell

Fuck yeah, wear these la peregrina pearls, treat them well

Strictly cali bud that's no confession

Better or worse, the center of attention

I murder emcees from cali to atlanta,

Throw him off the banister, shoot him on camera

Stop makin' in rain with green, we need real rain in cali

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

When i'm low, she take me high

That’s my la-la lullaby.

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list

Puttin all those cali and new york jobs on my wishlist,