This is a song about "A coach"

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

No need to coach me, i'm ambivalent

Couple of foreign cars that i ride, no top

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

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

That you allow me to work it 'til you know what your actual worth means

I'm a liar, i'm a sinner

The only time i flirt with her

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care

I say my prayers cause this life ain’t fair

I'm gettin discouraged with her

Like a baby without a diaper

Use patience as my best approach

Met this man who soon became my coach