This is a song about "East coast jazz"

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

And my level is off, got a bigger cigar

Soothing jazz juxtaposing the pizzazz of this room/

My legion is doom, my gorilla's monsoon

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

East with biggie and group home

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

Appalachia and the row homes in the northeast coast,

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

This that reggie against the knicks shit, jordan 'gainst the jazz/

The best to the least, west to the east, but he's the east coast,

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

So here's a toast to the east coast run / kobe gonna take the trophy easy son

While you fucking with mei'm a self-made millionaire!thug livin', out of prison

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

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