This is a song about "Clean baseball coach"

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

I'm a baseball player, save ya breath like respirators,

I been trying to show you somethin, got a different approach

Im not the player anymore im turning into the coach

Playng baseball with my boy tube

I must go like fly route

Eyes real low, just blame it on the green

Havent you got some dicks to clean?

And i know you lookin at me like you don't speak english

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

Just before they seen my money in the green

They was always ready and always clean

I'm like a baseball player, spitting's second nature,

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Down in miami, with a super ho team

Trash rappers getting wiped out like mr. clean