This is a song about "Coast"

My insanity, profanity, my west coast mentality

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

Appalachia and the row homes in the northeast coast,

High as d'angelo notes in a ghost

I rock her world from coast to coast

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

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

To make karma come faster than she normally will

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

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

I am not no homophobe, good thing i don't read the post

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

I'm on the british south east coast mate

Gas women then return ‘em like a rental car

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