This is a song about "West coast freestyle"

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

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

Eastside, take them to the west

Hold my tears i tried my best

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

New dough for the new year and i sumo on a rap peer

Appalachia and the row homes in the northeast coast,

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

I rock her world from coast to coast

We forever be real, we'll never fold

Once as a slave who imagined being free

West coast niggas got more roots than a orange tree,

Im like nah im on that delonte west

Might as well get it off yo’ chest