This is a song about "Coast"

From the east to the west coast

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

I rock her world from coast to coast

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

I give her vicoden relief you just an aspirin pill

I'm on the british south east coast mate

City national bank evolve into shape

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

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

Appalachia and the row homes in the northeast coast,

To packin' up and leavin' notes, and gettin' ghost

And i drop top off in a hot cold

Im out ready to jet i'll meet you up coast

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

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