This is a song about "Coast to coast"

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

I rock her world from coast to coast

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

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

Coast of martha's vineyard drinking hennessy

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

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

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

East coast to west coast all across the nation

What's you motivation, huh, what's your motivation

From the east to the west coast

Hand to hand in the cold

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

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

In my search for fame will i change? i'm askin