This is a song about "Coast"

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

My insanity, profanity, my west coast mentality

Opposite coast from the beast,

Sunlife stadium, smoke on my home field

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

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

I give her vicoden relief you just an aspirin pill

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

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

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

The best to the least, west to the east, but he's the east coast,

Turn it upside down and open your legs if you're real cold

Appalachia and the row homes in the northeast coast,

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

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

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