This is a song about "East and west"

After the east and west bull shit escalate

Do it with no effort, now lets effin' celebrate

Not from the north south east or west i'm the ish from

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

Tried sending me to the middle east , to be stoned and beat/

How come he's not in counseling? fucka's loud while he's sound asleep

Or, biggie smalls, the master of flow and the big poppa of east coast//

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

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

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

I say that the pool is closed

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

And the blouses of these bitches always end up in my house

We all need to grow up, don’t matter east, west, north, south

Jay-z and kanye west, maybe they’re just tryna distract it

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot