This is a song about "Coast"

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Coast of martha's vineyard drinking hennessy

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

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

Talk sharp like a razor blade

I'm on the british south east coast mate

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

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

Ubn and east coast don't scare us

I'm just trying to focus

When i step up out the maserati car

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

He's coasting from coast to coast with a flow that he boasts over it,

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit