This is a song about "East"

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Middle east/ an arranged marriage , had not choice but to be/

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

Those streets are like frontline warzones like the middle east,

Born into deformity in east germany,

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

And be the last nigga left, then i'll be ghost

But now i'm on the east coast, west coast

Niggas talk with limited service

Ubn and east coast don't scare us

I ain't from the east but still i never sleep

Sorry mama, i can't turn the other cheek

From the east to the west coast

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

As the sun fin a be in the east bound

Smoking loud, blowing down when the law ain't around