This is a song about "East coast"

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

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

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

Like east is to side, and west is to coast

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

And be the last nigga left, then i'll be ghost

And i drop top off in a hot cold

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

Music that y'all condone

East with biggie and group home

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

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

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

East coast to west coast all across the nation

We both had dreams of being great

I'm on the british south east coast mate