This is a song about "A coach"

Yeah, you swear your girl is faithful; everything ain't what it seems

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

Be the ocean, where i unravel

Your a horse without a saddle

A bunch a singers and sinners

Oldest nation on this earth

Met this man who soon became my coach

Use patience as my best approach

What's the deal with the nets though

It's a yes or a no

Better yet a genie baby make ya first wish

You say well fuck these cochraoches i didn't come to coach this.

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

I'm a liar, i'm a sinner

When the club gets played

Take a kitkat take a break,