This is a song about "A coach"

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

They call you a whore, a bitch, a ho, and a stripper,

Hit a bitch, gain a stitch

My swagger's straight through the roof, bitch

Sorry coach, it's too late to tell me stop

So take the stage just show me what you got

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

Any thing to say a a a a a a

And by the grace of god you make the approach

They hatin on me just like a sudden change coach.

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

Oldest nation on this earth

A bunch a singers and sinners

A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon

Please lord forgive me for my sins, cause here i come