This is a song about "Coast to coast"

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

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

Truthfully, some eye at least

Opposite coast from the beast,

Yo she think my steering wheel on the wrong side

My flow is tight and cold as ice, coast to coast it's right,

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

Fuck it moron, snorting oxycontin, wearing cotton

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

More phillies than pete rose, i'm southern but on the east coast,

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

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

So here's a toast to the east coast run / kobe gonna take the trophy easy son

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

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

The best to the least, west to the east, but he's the east coast,