This is a song about "East coast flow"

Time to get her bags get ghost

From the east to the west coast

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

To packin' up and leavin' notes, and gettin' ghost

Coast of martha's vineyard drinking hennessy

I'm sitting on this couch, wrist bloody

Cause you're not my wife, bitch you're a stand for this night

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

Couple white boys out repping for the east

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

Is a space that now you hold

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

I don't mind if you niggas hate

I'm on the british south east coast mate