This is a song about "Coast"

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

My insanity, profanity, my west coast mentality

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

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

Froze my bank account and seized my guarantee

Coast of martha's vineyard drinking hennessy

We forever be real, we'll never fold

Like east is to side, and west is to coast

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

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

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

Couple broads wanna fuck, they should stay the night

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

So if it comes down, may the best man win