This is a song about "Coach"

You stuck in coach while im flying, driving, in the cock pit,

Throwin round wallets like the dude that kid cudi hit

She's a white vegetarian, i'll get this blonde cock

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

If the coach knew what he would have become

You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

Fuck lil wayne, and coach carter, im a baller, who goes harder than the heat and faggy lakers,

Got them thugs with me, yeah, we about that business

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

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

Im not the player anymore im turning into the coach

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans