This is a song about "Coast"

From the straight-up west coast where dre started the bottom

The race war, when it's us against all of them

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

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

Like east is to side, and west is to coast

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

All this paper i fold

From the east to the west coast

Womanizing to say the least

Opposite coast from the beast,

Don’t grin on me wit’ them long stares, you ain’t god unless no fear

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

Ironic since my drive increased, my driver see the profit

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

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

But now i'm on the east coast, west coast