This is a song about "Coach waters"

To y'all minds i'm like a uk clock

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

This is not somethin that i wrote for tha queens

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

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

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

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

Sippin then call a cab nobody know their limit

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

Pretty girls, sunshine in the air

Pep yourself up like your own damn coach

Use patience as my best approach

They hatin on me just like a sudden change coach.

And by the grace of god you make the approach

They love misleading them having there beliefs fucked

No need to coach me, i'm ambivalent