This is a song about "West coast shit nigga"

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

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

To packin' up and leavin' notes, and gettin' ghost

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

Real nigga shit. hood nigga section.

Like east is to side, and west is to coast

And be the last nigga left, then i'll be ghost

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

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

I'm tryna better my chances of becoming a star

And nigga you ain't from the east coast, even if you are

From the straight-up west coast where dre started the bottom

Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run

Your shit is whack, nigga

The science and the art, africa