This is a song about "Trap zone on the east coast"

See i'm breathing for a purpose

Ubn and east coast don't scare us

But for long time i had gone cold

Like east is to side, and west is to coast

It's a man's worldbut real women make tha shit go around

Fucker, call it noun, trap for the town, grind with both feet on the ground,

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

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

Redbox flow and i do not date

I'm on the british south east coast mate

Reality of my life rise on the east with stars i align

And he's not fucking working, i think i'm wasting my damn time

Opposite coast from the beast,

I am ryu-like to the fiend

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

I got that scrap of crap on the map to wrap and strap you in a trap