This is a song about "East palo auto"

To come and change my life around

As the sun fin a be in the east bound

Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field

Those streets are like frontline warzones like the middle east,

From the east to the west coast

High as d'angelo notes in a ghost

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

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

Little latasha sho' grown

East with biggie and group home

Whether watching for the feds or avoiding the grim reaper

Set in store through each sore formed by this semi-auto repeater

Head east through asia, and start to depopulate, the inflated countries,

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze