This is a song about "Fremd east"

In the middle east, only the poverty's afflicted

I ain't trying to conflict: nickels to dimes and shit

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

Like east is to side, and west is to coast

You're the reason i can stand tall, me and my girlfriend

You're the worse east to west need a a hundred vest

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

Unless your 'skin's winning, then i do it just to fucking boast

East side till i die, brooklyn is my residence/

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

Couple white boys out repping for the east

Be shy when we're all alone

East with biggie and group home