This is a song about "Coast"

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

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

I'm on the british south east coast mate

Do you think i'm out of my mind with this tape

And my level is off, got a bigger cigar

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

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Coast of martha's vineyard drinking hennessy

It's terminally, permanently, seriously ill

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

Appalachia and the row homes in the northeast coast,

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

I'm on the british south east coast mate

And i was getting whipped at home in sixth grade

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

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