This is a song about "Coast"

From the east to the west coast

Black woman you cold

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

Havoc on the track boi, grab it hold it tight

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

Seven years old in my heart, so i'm stayin' gold

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

I'm on the british south east coast mate

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

In my search for fame will i change? i'm askin

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

And this still the hardest shit you've heard from la this far

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

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold