This is a song about "Why people moved to the west in the mid 1800s"

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

I already said im the best, yeah you guessed, fuck kanye west

Full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend

I skated all day, i just need some rest, i'm depressed

Baby that's how we do it in the west

But i'm big on the west like i'm big in the south

Your bitch suck a dick while another nigga pounds

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

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

Time to get her bags get ghost

From the east to the west coast

Eastside, take them to the west

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

Im just a young buck trapped in the mind of a man in his mid 80's

They'll tell you i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress