This is a song about "Cafe east"

East with biggie and group home

Yeah, he blowing up your cell phone

I told her this here's overrated but i love your city baby

Middle east/ an arranged marriage , had not choice but to be/

East shore part emcee part sword

All you need is your passport

Put them out randomly hopin' that i get some

Not from the north south east or west i'm the ish from

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

East side till i die, brooklyn is my residence/

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

I'm on the british south east coast mate

Head east through asia, and start to depopulate, the inflated countries,

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

Going to east nexy year

What you might’ve thought the vision still clear