This is a song about "Coast"

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

To packin' up and leavin' notes, and gettin' ghost

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

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

You have fucked with a west coast bay area cali kid

To keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did

Ubn and east coast don't scare us

Hoping that nobody don't notice

And i'll tell you, baby, it was easy

West coast niggas got more roots than a orange tree,

I'm on the british south east coast mate

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

Like east is to side, and west is to coast

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

Is a space that now you hold

From the east to the west coast