This is a song about "Coast"

With 80 racks in my pocket, nigga i go in all night

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

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

Coast of martha's vineyard drinking hennessy

He's coasting from coast to coast with a flow that he boasts over it,

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

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

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

From the east to the west coast

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

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

But when it’s all said and done i’mma be ahead of them

Most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

I'm on the british south east coast mate

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

Like east is to side, and west is to coast