This is a song about "West s"

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

Faking the be best saying you from the west

Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent

Aint no easy task cleaning up the wild west.

It's like a quest, hard as bullets from wild west

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

But the industry's a lot like, a crap game

West side, zone 1, who want the anna?

I try to tell them i'm one of the

I am the next kanye west

Stop it if you scared

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

And then we'll be ghost

From the east to the west coast