This is a song about "Coast guard"

They say love is the slowest form of suicide

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

No longer with us; he's deceased

Opposite coast from the beast,

I don't need a life guard

See, where i come from is hard

Is a space that now you hold

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

Trying so fucking hard to be the best known guard

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

You lowered ur guard in-spite of offense

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

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