This is a song about "West coast shit nigga"

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

And i aint plan this nigga i aint plan shit nigga

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

East coast to west coast all across the nation

That type of shit make a nigga crazy

Eyes never lazyg.e.d-ing on the daily

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

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

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

I rock her world from coast to coast

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

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

You have fucked with a west coast bay area cali kid

To look at you is painful, cuz i ain’t seen you naked

Your shit is whack, nigga

My all gold rolly or the