This is a song about "Coast"

Unless your 'skin's winning, then i do it just to fucking boast

Appalachia and the row homes in the northeast coast,

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

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

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

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

West coast niggas got more roots than a orange tree,

Fur for fur, baby; baby, you'll go stir crazy

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

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

Hoes i need a condom for my toast

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

I swear, i kinda feel like she's slightly bizarre

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

High as d'angelo notes in a ghost

Like east is to side, and west is to coast