This is a song about "Fremd east"

And now it's clear as this promise

Ubn and east coast don't scare us

I got six clips to the fuckin' duct tape

I'm on the british south east coast mate

From the east to the west coast

But for long time i had gone cold

After he just got out, 15 years to count

As the sun fin a be in the east bound

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

Guess i’m different than most

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

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

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

You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them

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

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat