This is a song about "East coast"

She ever fuck around, she will make a nigga kill

Well the coast is clear so go coast to coast bitch and disappear

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

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

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

Truthfully, some eye at least

Opposite coast from the beast,

Coast of martha's vineyard drinking hennessy

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Appalachia and the row homes in the northeast coast,

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

Going to east nexy year

What you might’ve thought the vision still clear

East coast to west coast all across the nation

The world should turn as soon as my records spin