This is a song about "Coach"

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

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

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

Im not the player anymore im turning into the coach

No need to coach me, i'm ambivalent

Drunk white girls the only way i'll get my dick sucked

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

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

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

And by the grace of god you make the approach

They hatin on me just like a sudden change coach.

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

Have some adultery, baby, don't you go be so childish