This is a song about "Coach waters"

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

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

Speed thought the waters wearin' a tuxedo

This is more about nothing, i'm the fucking show

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

Your bitch is a hood bitch you can find up in these streets

If the coach knew what he would have become

Just to match the grind with precision

Im about to break the waters surface,stronger than them evil currents,

My money quite loquacious, so commas riddle my statements

Its a new era time for a different approach

They hatin on me just like a sudden change coach.

Im not the player anymore im turning into the coach

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

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

I just ride for my niggas and give the bitches the business