This is a song about "East coast jazz"

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

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

Like east is to side, and west is to coast

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

You ain't got one or the other well brother good night

Talk sharp like a razor blade

I'm on the british south east coast mate

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

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

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

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

I'm on the british south east coast mate

At an extremly alarming rate

Still stop and i laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass

Raz, fuck jazz, this is rap, increase the bass/