This is a song about "Coach waters"

Never slowing, always rowing in those waters, growing into flowers

He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters

I ain't superstitious i make all these broads split my pole

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

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

Treading new waters just to see some splashing.

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

This what it sound like if i sent my dad letters

Don't tussle, just cuddle, why muddle the waters

No need to coach me, i'm ambivalent

God willing i'll proceed to a good husband

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

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

Never give my heart to hoes that want my play shit