This is a song about "Coach grasso"

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

Im not the player anymore im turning into the coach

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

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

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

If ya’ll about to hate then alleviate the diss

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

Your bitch is a hood bitch you can find up in these streets

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

I'm love stoned and i could swear

Drunk white girls the only way i'll get my dick sucked

No need to coach me, i'm ambivalent

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

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

If the coach knew what he would have become

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from