This is a song about "Coast"

Truthfully, some eye at least

Opposite coast from the beast,

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

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

I give my heart to one broad, the others get the pipe

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

Call me west coast wells fargo, because i can go far

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

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

Usually defecation, now i'm pissing in your ear

So right before i sleep, dear god, what i'm askin

That west coast schedule, don't hate on us bluntin'

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

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

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

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold