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

I'm the best in the west from california to maine

And i'm the only fucking rapper without a chain

Like east is to side, and west is to coast

Seven years old in my heart, so i'm stayin' gold

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

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

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Coast of martha's vineyard drinking hennessy

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

You better choose. california queens

Niggas in the street scared

Eastside, take em to the west

I'm tryna find myself, i'm searchin deep for kendrick lamar

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

To my level of hell, this california hotel,

No need to trip, you can tell em that i’m cool as hell