This is a song about "West coast classics"

What's you motivation, huh, what's your motivation

East coast to west coast all across the nation

Got stretch marks like she got four kids

3 homies chilling making classics

Opposite coast from the beast,

No longer with us; he's deceased

The only from my section trying to make the classics,

Smokin' weed like it ain't no thing, so even kids

I do it for the classics

Look, need to call it quits

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

Used to bump the old school shit, you know the classics,

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

Close/ your chapter of so-called "track classics"

The best to the least, west to the east, but he's the east coast,

I watched people i know pray and catch the holy ghost