This is a song about "Coach joe"

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

The way they hit her i just stop and stare

Use patience as my best approach

Met this man who soon became my coach

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

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

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Like my name is joe scottie

If you still gon' be on some crooked-ass nigga shit

Cause every song you make, joe, is really ho music

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

Say hello to miss thang, i forgot yo name, she yellow

Other niggas infatuated with rappin' nice but joe is blow,