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

Don’t grin on me wit’ them long stares, you ain’t god unless no fear

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

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat

Blunt smoke thicker than the dick of a black trap

Zone 1 to zone 4 to zone 6 is on me

And i'll tell you, baby, it was easy

You are now watching the throne, don't let me into my zone

Better than college, after that, students home

C walking in the kill zone

Be shy when we're all alone

Wake up in the morning and get in my zone

Inhibitions is gone, she just want to be known

Rae took on the date with the purple tape

I'm on the british south east coast mate

After every show, a dream she hold

Scratch that, in fact ask the whole entire east coast!