This is a song about "West coast kalaydjian"

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

West's marijuana, but i smoke like the east coast,

You have fucked with a west coast bay area cali kid

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

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

But for long time i had gone cold

After i dig her up and then eat her out with a bit of mustard

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

I rock her world from coast to coast

After every show, a dream she hold

I mean of course just the same old

From the east to the west coast

Hold my tears i tried my best

My ego is big as kanye west,

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

That west coast schedule, don't hate on us bluntin'