This is a song about "Coach davis"

In perpetual brownout, seeing davis, gray scenes

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

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

Im not the player anymore im turning into the coach

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

Catch me rolling with kelly or at the hilton with paris

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,

They hatin on me just like a sudden change coach.

And by the grace of god you make the approach

Reminds you of the faces, trayvon martin, jordan davis,

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Off jump boo, cudi give you funk

No need to coach me, i'm ambivalent