This is a song about "Coast"

Huhhuhhuhhuhumy double r proves i’ma big rap star

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

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

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

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

That west coast schedule, don't hate on us bluntin'

East coast to west coast all across the nation

So if it comes down, may the best man win

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

Phone calls from my niggas on the, other side

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

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

Like east is to side, and west is to coast

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

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