This is a song about "East timor"

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

To speak from the soul and just leave it with them

East shore part emcee part sword

Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured

We forever be real, we'll never fold

Like east is to side, and west is to coast

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

From the east to the west coast

I'm on the british south east coast mate

Taking my time, let me levitate

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

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

Couple white boys out repping for the east

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast