This is a song about "Coast guard"

Sunlife stadium, smoke on my home field

Opposite coast from the beast,

From the east to the west coast

Time to get her bags get ghost

Appalachia and the row homes in the northeast coast,

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

Guess i'll meet her right back at start

I don't need a life guard

I rock her world from coast to coast

Where i from, it get cold

When they hate, i never give a whole fuck, or half shit

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

More phillies than pete rose, i'm southern but on the east coast,

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

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