This is a song about "Coast"

Mass appeal,and this bag i hit got me alaskan chill

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

Opposite coast from the beast,

Womanizing to say the least

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

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

But now i'm on the east coast, west coast

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

My insanity, profanity, my west coast mentality

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

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

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

Like east is to side, and west is to coast

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

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold