This is a song about "Coast"

I'm on the british south east coast mate

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

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

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

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

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

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

West's marijuana, but i smoke like the east coast,

West coast niggas got more roots than a orange tree,

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

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

She od's on louboutin, she work at that nudie bar

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

It used to be all about "west coast vs east coast"//

Opposite coast from the beast,

Truthfully, some eye at least