This is a song about "Mists tung twista"

West coast niggas got more roots than a orange tree,

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

Unleash the street beast into the breeze, west or east,

East shore part emcee part sword

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

Ass shots is a plus

Ubn and east coast don't scare us

So here i am at the store for some chips

East side till i die, brooklyn is my residence/

My balls get lubed in oil

You have laid your footprint in the soil

No allowance but i still make a deal

Tell them girls right there that the man right here