This is a song about "Coast"

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

So we argue and play fight, all day and night

So on my way here i hit a couple of queer

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

Scratch that, in fact ask the whole entire east coast!

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

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

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

I'm on the british south east coast mate

Those are not my dreams, i'll be straight

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

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

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

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

By bootin motherfuckers like a shootin star

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