This is a song about "Coast"

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

He's coasting from coast to coast with a flow that he boasts over it,

Call me west coast wells fargo, because i can go far

Still knock them out the park like a fucking tow car

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

Or, biggie smalls, the master of flow and the big poppa of east coast//

The proverbial lemonade that i made

I'm on the british south east coast mate

I am not no homophobe, good thing i don't read the post

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

Weekend trippin to wherever, only heaven is far

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

Coast of martha's vineyard drinking hennessy

Once as a slave who imagined being free

From the east to the west coast

I say that the pool is closed