This is a song about "Coast"

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

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

Infatuated with becoming a relevant star

And nigga you ain't from the east coast, even if you are

So now this work's been worthless

Ubn and east coast don't scare us

West's marijuana, but i smoke like the east coast,

We forever be real, we'll never fold

I rock her world from coast to coast

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

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

Seven years old in my heart, so i'm stayin' gold

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

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

Coast of martha's vineyard drinking hennessy

Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first sunday