This is a song about "East side trapper"

Banging my flag on left side,be repping that west side,thats that best side

Til my faith start responding, and if i get no answer, just know i tried

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

Unleash the street beast into the breeze, west or east,

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

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

East side till i die, brooklyn is my residence/

So here i am at the store for some chips

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

Born into deformity in east germany,

No longer with us; he's deceased

Couple white boys out repping for the east

So if it comes down, may the best man win

East coast to west coast all across the nation