This is a song about "Coach grasso"

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

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

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

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

Cause you slum dawg and i'm the millionaire

If the coach knew what he would have become

Miami nights, ain't another one

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

You know who him, slim, before mims i been hot

They hatin on me just like a sudden change coach.

Creep along the tile floor, feeling like a roach

If you feel it, it must be real just

No need to coach me, i'm ambivalent