This is a song about "Oregon bud drinking coast"

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

Appalachia and the row homes in the northeast coast,

Opposite coast from the beast,

Womanizing to say the least

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

Like east is to side, and west is to coast

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Couldn't keep reality, yet kept drinking.

My insanity, profanity, my west coast mentality

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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

Time to get her bags get ghost

You heard my hip-hop when i was 16 years old

West's marijuana, but i smoke like the east coast,