This is a song about "West coast riley"

Seven years old in my heart, so i'm stayin' gold

Like east is to side, and west is to coast

I watched people i know pray and catch the holy ghost

Appalachia and the row homes in the northeast coast,

West coast niggas got more roots than a orange tree,

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

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

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

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

Turn it upside down and open your legs if you're real cold

Waiting/showing you her beauty if she's naked

You have fucked with a west coast bay area cali kid

From the east to the west coast

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold