This is a song about "Coast"

My insanity, profanity, my west coast mentality

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

Unless your 'skin's winning, then i do it just to fucking boast

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

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

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

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

Usually defecation, now i'm pissing in your ear

Like east is to side, and west is to coast

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

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

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

East coast to west coast all across the nation

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

From the east to the west coast

I say that the pool is closed