This is a song about "Central coast most boast"

Guess that means you can never be mine

To boast my lyrics are divine

From the east to the west coast

Women front, they get its cold

I overdosed.sure i boast,wrecking the simplicity of most.

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

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

It used to be all about "west coast vs east coast"//

Coast of martha's vineyard drinking hennessy

I tell em "honey, i no cher" i'm so sunny

Flyer then the rest of them, still got my nike boots

Boast fucking lies to impress we not fools

Yo she think my steering wheel on the wrong side

My flow is tight and cold as ice, coast to coast it's right,

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

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