This is a song about "Channel west coast"

From the straight-up west coast where dre started the bottom

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

I know it's hard but who does god choose to go through it worst

From the big big city nyc not a west coast potpouuri suburb

They just can't channel me

It ain't hard to make money

As i light one for ill will

Camel spitting on the channel/

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

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

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

That west coast schedule, don't hate on us bluntin'

I rock her world from coast to coast

Women front, they get its cold