This is a song about "Coast ranges"

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

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

I just load up and start dumpin' on enemies; i'm head hunting

Even! word should not be used, your game ranges 10 over to nothing

Old me, always new me, changes, it ranges in insanity reality, me

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

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

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

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

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

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

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

Scratch that, in fact ask the whole entire east coast!

And be the last nigga left, then i'll be ghost