This is a song about "West hills cross country"

So don't cross 'cause it'll cost

No gimmick: real time, real heart

I've got nothin' to worry about

Repping that west with knock out

Eastside, take em to the west

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

And i still look less fresh than kanye west

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

For a property in hollywood hills

So here i am at the store for some chips

Half your body laying on my chest

Eastside, take them to the west

Yeah, they call me country grammar

Baby, you know who you are

Nobody gave a fuck and moved over the hills

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets