This is a song about "West coast california g funk"

We can count the stars on the hood in your father's car

Call me west coast wells fargo, because i can go far

Got bitches in new york california and decatur

Raquel treat me like my father like a fucking stranger

Eastside, take em to the west

Uptown, moco, prince george, represent

My hat is by jabbia and if you got a fucking problem

From the straight-up west coast where dre started the bottom

Eastside, take them to the west

That's why i never claimed i was the best

I make the moves, that's why i'm rhyming illegally with dynamic funk,

I'm a gentlemen women tell me my wisdom is different

Here's my generic expression/ pot is being grown in california/

Room service, the moon been worthless once apparent to your aura

Mass appeal,and this bag i hit got me alaskan chill

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