This is a song about "Lambos in california"

California girl, i'm feeling right at home

And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

Got bitches in new york california and decatur

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

In the country , in the villages , in the earth and universe

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

In left hand mic,in right a viper.

Pour a little gas, spark up your lighter

To my level of hell, this california hotel,

I’m a blood motherfucker, nothing new to tell