This is a song about "Coast"

To packin' up and leavin' notes, and gettin' ghost

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

Appalachia and the row homes in the northeast coast,

I am not no homophobe, good thing i don't read the post

From the east to the west coast

Black woman you cold

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

My insanity, profanity, my west coast mentality

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Coast of martha's vineyard drinking hennessy

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

I say that the pool is closed

The proverbial lemonade that i made

I'm on the british south east coast mate

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

The best to the least, west to the east, but he's the east coast,