This is a song about "Coach krammer"

Creep along the tile floor, feeling like a roach

They hatin on me just like a sudden change coach.

If the coach knew what he would have become

And last but not least please don't tell no one

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

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

I'm fuckin' paramount, i hope they understand that

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

And i know you lookin at me like you don't speak english

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

No need to coach me, i'm ambivalent

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

Feeling lucky let me touch your spot