6 a.m. a figure eight topped with a pretty face walks through the door of her high rise ATL condo. The sound of pairs of six inch heels in a gym bag hit her oak wood floor. Peeling her clothes off as the bathroom steams from running a hot bubble bath, she smiles knowing the grind was well... worth it. As she smiles at the presidents blank stares the taste of grapes rest upon her lips as she inhales..... the high life. A young G is in his twelvth hour his airwaves consistently ringing as the flashing lights jump his heart....!P.O.C. fully mixed and mastered, Kalifornia Cavi's journey on the P.O.C. It's d**e music, not d**e music.