This is a song about "Coast"

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

Or smoke some purp take a percocet and xanax and chill

Well the coast is clear so go coast to coast bitch and disappear

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

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

Low income no bills getting paid

I'm on the british south east coast mate

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

Appalachia and the row homes in the northeast coast,

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,

It used to be all about "west coast vs east coast"//

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

I rock her world from coast to coast

Where i from, it get cold