This is a song about "Coast ranges"

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

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

You heard my hip-hop when i was 16 years old

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

Sometimes i feel so worthless

Ubn and east coast don't scare us

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

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

My talent should take me places i've never been

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

So if it comes down, may the best man win

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

She self made, i'm self made

I'm on the british south east coast mate