This is a song about "They say the man is crazy on the coast left hand on your hip right finger on the edge of your lip"

Your generativity is on the low, your creativity would never show

Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow

The right hand of god, the left of the devil,

Ha, running rebel on another level

A lion in form, matt leinart when firing the ball

But the man on the edge who's willing to fall,

On the track, cuz your shit is whack

Unload the click-clack to ya fit cap

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

Women front, they get its cold

I'm on the british south east coast mate

Play this shit while you contemplate

And i can't even look the other way

On the beach of saint-tropez, but your man don’t lay

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

They say your body can die under the right temperature