This is a song about "Coach potatoe"

Throw your money in the air

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

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

No need to coach me, i'm ambivalent

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave

I’m a king to these niggas, love a queen, fuck the bitches

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

If the coach knew what he would have become

It's slight blemishes and life system

They hatin on me just like a sudden change coach.

Creep along the tile floor, feeling like a roach

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