This is a song about "Central coast"

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

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

Appalachia and the row homes in the northeast coast,

Unless your 'skin's winning, then i do it just to fucking boast

All this paper i fold

From the east to the west coast

And nigga you ain't from the east coast, even if you are

I swear, i kinda feel like she's slightly bizarre

And even he was afraid of bumping heads with bert, plus he didn't want his future right hand hurt.

What's worse, an unsociable comedy central roaster burned by a teen during their growth spurt

Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live

I guess thats just central drive

Well the coast is clear so go coast to coast bitch and disappear

Could you speak up and stop mu-mumbling, i don't think you came in clear