This is a song about "Coach davis"

Trayvon martin, jordan davis, rodney king, racist cop shit,

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit

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

Use patience as my best approach

Met this man who soon became my coach

I’m coming back like light-skin and

No need to coach me, i'm ambivalent

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

But when i fuckin' go, lucifer will probably have my soul

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

It's how we put it there

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

In perpetual brownout, seeing davis, gray scenes