This is a song about "East la"

Got no equal, bulletproof like fucking la roux

I could think of a couple positions for you

Scott la rock, proof, big l, khadafi, jam master jay,

Like michael jackson, how you do me this way

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

In the middle east, only the poverty's afflicted

I'm on the british south east coast mate

Let em marinate, you forever late

I'm on the british south east coast mate

Play this shit while you contemplate

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

From the east to the west coast