This is a song about "Coast"

At the same damn time, got these bitches poppin' monkey

Coast of martha's vineyard drinking hennessy

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

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

And if you ever renege, i’ll still give you kendrick lamar

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

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

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

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

Or smoke some purp take a percocet and xanax and chill

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

Or, biggie smalls, the master of flow and the big poppa of east coast//

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

My insanity, profanity, my west coast mentality

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

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most