This is a song about "Coast"

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

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

You have fucked with a west coast bay area cali kid

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

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

Turn it upside down and open your legs if you're real cold

I rock her world from coast to coast

Time to get her bags get ghost

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

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

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

By bootin motherfuckers like a shootin star

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

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

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

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