This is a song about "Coach victor"

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

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

Aroma, strong enough to bring ‘em outta coma

I was bidding for that crown, yeah, i'm the victor now (uh)

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

No matter , what we know who was victor in our minds

If the coach knew what he would have become

I’m effervescent, just ask them

I don't gotta act no different just to win as the victor

Can't find no one to watch her kids, so she pay her sister

Air baggage claim awaiting miss thang outta st. louis

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

Im not the player anymore im turning into the coach

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

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