This is a song about "Coast"

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

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

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

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

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

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

From the east to the west coast

Hand to hand in the cold

Ubn and east coast don't scare us

Sometimes i feel so worthless

Boy stick to your day job, said you was hot? well, they lied

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

I rock her world from coast to coast

All this paper i fold

Don't give a shit so my dick fuck bladders in your ear

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