This is a song about "Coast"

I'm on the british south east coast mate

Those are not my dreams, i'll be straight

Huhhuhhuhhuhumy double r proves i’ma big rap star

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

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

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

West coast niggas got more roots than a orange tree,

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Coast of martha's vineyard drinking hennessy

Like east is to side, and west is to coast

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

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

If you something like paid you can fuck tonight

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