This is a song about "Young cali goon"

I flash smiles at the mean looks

I smoke that cali kush/

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

These young nigguhs be busting my young nigguhs stuck to me

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

I enjoy the headline phrase cali trees ablaze

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

I'll show you there's a few good left that exist

You have fucked with a west coast bay area cali kid

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

Young roy the fuckin man

Both: this the perfect plan

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

But deep down, i don't really like you bitch

Strictly cali bud that's no confession

Kevin durant you're an ant like my mother kin