This is a song about "Rapping isnt east"

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

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

Begin feeling unknown remorse this just isnt fair.

It’s me and my nigga there until i’m a millionaire

Couple white boys out repping for the east

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

That's g shit, i be bumping fiend shit

Thats the point of art isnt it?

And if i do go you better come through

We're done, same old thing isnt nothin new.

Without your love it's cold as fuck

But there isnt anything to cough up

Did you fix me up, i'm your number 1 fiend

Unleash the street beast into the breeze, west or east,