This is a song about "Central coast ghost"

But now i'm on the east coast, west coast

I mean of course just the same old

And they'll forever out ya, that's why you always quiet

He's coasting from coast to coast with a flow that he boasts over it,

To packin' up and leavin' notes, and gettin' ghost

More phillies than pete rose, i'm southern but on the east coast,

No longer with us; he's deceased

Opposite coast from the beast,

#right #see, #i'm #pisces, so i'll #march till i'm #ghost,

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

Appalachia and the row homes in the northeast coast,

Must be something you want me to see

Coast of martha's vineyard drinking hennessy

Scratch that, in fact ask the whole entire east coast!

And be the last nigga left, then i'll be ghost