This is a song about "Coach schutte"

Pep yourself up like your own damn coach

Use patience as my best approach

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

By any means, if ya like it or not

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

But when i fuckin' go, lucifer will probably have my soul

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

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

It’s not fair, the ones with the good hair

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

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

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

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

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

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

Im not the player anymore im turning into the coach