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

Seven years old in my heart, so i'm stayin' gold

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

But i bounced back and got in the zone

She ain't tryna go low, go head home

I am not no homophobe, good thing i don't read the post

More phillies than pete rose, i'm southern but on the east coast,

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

And forget about the trap,

Yeah see i let my nigga hit that

Niggas fightin 'cross the whole planet, so it could never be peace

Head east through asia, and start to depopulate, the inflated countries,

While you fucking with mei'm a self-made millionaire!thug livin', out of prison

So here's a toast to the east coast run / kobe gonna take the trophy easy son