This is a song about "Quentin tarantino"

East coast to west coast all across the nation

Waiting for the perfect time for conversation

The director, host is my agenda, italian leather

Rock them bitches once then forgot about ‘em forever

It star-ted to feel #right, the l#east of my repelling

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Now i get laid-off, notice y'all employed

And leave the court, shoot the judge, head for east detroit,

Bitch i got my swag card, natural protection

Or more white cons than up in san quentin/

And this still the hardest shit you've heard from la this far

And nigga you ain't from the east coast, even if you are

Scratch that, in fact ask the whole entire east coast!

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