Lletres:
Hot Apple Pie California King

, kid So I, I packed my bags and caught a plane out to L.A. And I rented me a palace down by the sea A small town boy to a California king I rolled

Traducció: Pastís de poma calenta. Rei de Califòrnia.

P Whoever fucks with him gots to fuck with me And that will be ya worst nightmare Ya punk ass me and P will share Like a hot apple pie Every time we lyricate