This is a song about "Fremd east"

In the middle east, only the poverty's afflicted

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

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

Baby father bullshittin', you two don't even speak

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

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

Ubn and east coast don't scare us

I've got muslims calling on jesus

Killin' all the way from new york and east detroit,

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

Head east through asia, and start to depopulate, the inflated countries,

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please

Dime east as if it were crime

Baby you so fine

We both had dreams of being great

I'm on the british south east coast mate