This is a song about "Little gilrs in los angeles"

Lost in the world , with such little advice

Just to make it in this broadway lights

Gettin vodka from los vegas,

If you did, you wouldn’t want to be famous

All these grave stones are kept in clean little rows,

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

Hop on twitter, perpetrate we doing big shit

Well i'll let you in on a little secret

Ready to watch? i'm a slip it in the tape deck

Ain't no tellin' what really goes on in her little head

I don't believe in a safety, i get a little bit racy

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Washington, d.c to los angeles, ca

Beautiful are thou, africa