This is a song about "Trap zone on the east coast 315 ny and its 2015"

But im a well of inspiration

East coast to west coast all across the nation

And be the last nigga left, then i'll be ghost

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

Well the coast is clear so go coast to coast bitch and disappear

It's terminally, permanently, seriously ill

You need to step back and zone in why i regret those nights on the couch or

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

Unless your 'skin's winning, then i do it just to fucking boast

They're frozen and cold and smokin' the bowls of dope and then coast,

I watched people i know pray and catch the holy ghost

It used to be all about "west coast vs east coast"//

The next day i chilled at a friend's house party and he played ny state of mind

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

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