This is a song about "The wild west"

West side, zone 1, who want the anna?

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa

Hoes i need a condom for my toast

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

I turned into something they never became

I'm the best in the west from california to maine

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

Not from the north south east or west i'm the ish from

The west coast too, e-40 and them made the hardest music,

In that 09' range while i'm singing old tre shit

My levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent

Cuz baby that's how we do it in the west

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

From the east to the west coast

Seems like my tenure in jail was longer than the devious, wild

Insightfully write that right so keep your parasites paralyzed