This is a song about "Old west"

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

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

But they still got them nice emcees from the west,

Sixteen years old with a old thang

I put that shit on my man

It's like a quest, hard as bullets from wild west

I can only love you when you’re undressed

These wack bitches getting old

Women front, they get its cold

Eastside, take them to the west

Half your body laying on my chest

Now applaud the capo, zeke and santana

West side, zone 1, who want the anna?