This is a song about "Coach grasso"

She's got me love stoned from everywhere

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

Lets talk about the cars y'all got

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

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

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

Riding around with ms. reece and them

If the coach knew what he would have become

Fuck lil wayne, and coach carter, im a baller, who goes harder than the heat and faggy lakers,

It's enough to make you crazy, it's fuckin with my domeya only live once on this earth

Use patience as my best approach

Met this man who soon became my coach

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams