This is a song about "Coast"

And then we'll be ghost

From the east to the west coast

Although i’m in the land of milk and honey

Coast of martha's vineyard drinking hennessy

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

And be the last nigga left, then i'll be ghost

Once the message released

Opposite coast from the beast,

Wreck these thangs, have em looking like halle berry's car

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

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

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit

And where we've come and how we still have to go really far

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

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//