This is a song about "Coast"

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

Coast of martha's vineyard drinking hennessy

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

& my bitch pussy fire gotta extinguish shit, lebron james & shit

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 sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

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

We can count the stars on the hood in your father's car

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

West coast niggas got more roots than a orange tree,

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

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

Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold

They're frozen and cold and smokin' the bowls of dope and then coast,

Unless your 'skin's winning, then i do it just to fucking boast