This is a song about "Coast"

And i'll tell you, baby, it was easy

West coast niggas got more roots than a orange tree,

Opposite coast from the beast,

I am ryu-like to the fiend

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

West's marijuana, but i smoke like the east coast,

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

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

They giving pounds and that before get the money

Coast of martha's vineyard drinking hennessy

I'm on the british south east coast mate

Early adapters agree they all late

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

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold