This is a song about "West coast shit nigga"

That type of shit make a nigga crazy

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

Shit nigga, lemme do me,

Lets come up to my city

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

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

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

The west coast too, e-40 and them made the hardest music,

We can count the stars on the hood in your father's car

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

West coast niggas got more roots than a orange tree,

I got plans for you look in the sky baby

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

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word