This is a song about "Oregon bud drinking coast"

Take em to the crib, yeah we gon fuck

I trust nothing but my bud,

We forever be real, we'll never fold

Like east is to side, and west is to coast

She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right

Only strapped when the backpack got bud inside

And you're just drinking

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

It used to be all about "west coast vs east coast"//

Turn it upside down and open your legs if you're real cold

He's coasting from coast to coast with a flow that he boasts over it,

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Strictly cali bud that's no confession