This is a song about "Coach"

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

If the coach knew what he would have become

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

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

I ain't superstitious i make all these broads split my pole

The game wit a field goal our coach said good job boys u were on a roll

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

Bout peppermint schnapps in junior high hit the block

Pep yourself up like your own damn coach

Use patience as my best approach

Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust

No need to coach me, i'm ambivalent