This is a song about "Coast"

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

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

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

Appalachia and the row homes in the northeast coast,

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

From the east to the west coast

City national bank evolve into shape

I'm on the british south east coast mate

Opposite coast from the beast,

Once the message released

It's a pimp in my ride, no need to pimp the ride

My flow is tight and cold as ice, coast to coast it's right,

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

Nah i don't stunt on niggas, i show'em how to do this shit

Like east is to side, and west is to coast

But for long time i had gone cold