This is a song about "Old west coast rap"

I swear, i kinda feel like she's slightly bizarre

Call me west coast wells fargo, because i can go far

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Your old fashion, jurassic rap is #panned without the #peter,

Like east is to side, and west is to coast

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

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

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

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

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

Ain't heard a nigga thorough, it ain't perfect, but i work

From the big big city nyc not a west coast potpouuri suburb

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

People give a bad fuckin' rap to old-school southern rap,