This is a song about "Coast"

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

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

That west coast schedule, don't hate on us bluntin'

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

I'm tryna better my chances of becoming a star

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

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

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

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

Still knock them out the park like a fucking tow car

Seven years old in my heart, so i'm stayin' gold

Like east is to side, and west is to coast

And now it's clear as this promise

Ubn and east coast don't scare us

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

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