This is a song about "Coast to coast"

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

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

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

I watched people i know pray and catch the holy ghost

I rock her world from coast to coast

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

All dem niggas gonna hate

I'm on the british south east coast mate

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

Appalachia and the row homes in the northeast coast,

I'm tryna find myself, i'm searchin deep for kendrick lamar

And nigga you ain't from the east coast, even if you are

You have fucked with a west coast bay area cali kid

I'm hoping we can change with timei'm living blinded

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

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