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

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

West coast niggas got more roots than a orange tree,

The truth shall be told

From the east to the west coast

Like east is to side, and west is to coast

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

But now i'm on the east coast, west coast

We forever be real, we'll never fold

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Got bitches in new york california and decatur

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

Coast of martha's vineyard drinking hennessy

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Yeah ya threw, dynamic funk is the crew

When you keep em right beside you