This is a song about "West coast niggas"

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

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

For four hundred plus yearsyou should be scared

My ego is big as kanye west,

Cause with your hand in my hand and a pocket full of soul

All my west indian niggas got me speaking creole

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

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

But for long time i had gone cold

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

It used to be all about "west coast vs east coast"//

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

Appalachia and the row homes in the northeast coast,

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed