This is a song about "Coast"

Opposite coast from the beast,

No longer with us; he's deceased

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

Appalachia and the row homes in the northeast coast,

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

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

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

Usually defecation, now i'm pissing in your ear

The underdog of the underground has come far

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

Still knock them out the park like a fucking tow car

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

I rock her world from coast to coast

I say that the pool is closed

Coast of martha's vineyard drinking hennessy

Third ward general, young cash money