This is a song about "East sac niggas"

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,

Not from the north south east or west i'm the ish from

With a ski maski'm the first one to warn them

Did you fix me up, i'm your number 1 fiend

Couple white boys out repping for the east

East with biggie and group home

You're the corner stone

We forever be real, we'll never fold

Like east is to side, and west is to coast

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

Those streets are like frontline warzones like the middle east,

From the east to the west coast

I mean of course just the same old