This is a song about "West coast love"

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

West coast niggas got more roots than a orange tree,

Niggas in the street scared

Eastside, take them to the west

When i step up out the maserati car

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

My ego is big as kanye west,

I can only love you when you’re undressed

Lex luger, narcissist, the mirrors get excited

You have fucked with a west coast bay area cali kid

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

I mean of course just the same old

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

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

We forever be real, we'll never fold

Im out ready to jet i'll meet you up coast