This is a song about "West coast"

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

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

I rock her world from coast to coast

After every show, a dream she hold

Im out ready to jet i'll meet you up coast

Appalachia and the row homes in the northeast coast,

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

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

Eighty percent of kids are listening to y'all shit

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

From the east to the west coast

Don't try to compare this to anything you ever heard

From the big big city nyc not a west coast potpouuri suburb

My insanity, profanity, my west coast mentality

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free