This is a song about "Coast"

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

West's marijuana, but i smoke like the east coast,

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

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

I mean of course just the same old

From the east to the west coast

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

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

I'm on the british south east coast mate

Im still here but i can't skate

They're frozen and cold and smokin' the bowls of dope and then coast,

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

Usually defecation, now i'm pissing in your ear

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

My insanity, profanity, my west coast mentality