This is a song about "Coast to coast"

Coast of martha's vineyard drinking hennessy

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

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

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

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

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

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

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

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

Turn it upside down and open your legs if you're real cold

You have fucked with a west coast bay area cali kid

To keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did

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

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