This is a song about "Coach grasso"

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

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

And by the grace of god you make the approach

They hatin on me just like a sudden change coach.

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

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

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

Another 5, eli won't even be there

I'm wale, the new nigga on the block

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

My success'll be the death of youlo and behold you sold your soul

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

I want to fight the music on this one

If the coach knew what he would have become