This is a song about "Coach"

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

Im not the player anymore im turning into the coach

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

Been running around trying find a job

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

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

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

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

I run a 4.4, so they won't catch me there

Screw a chick, go outside and give the coupe a kiss

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

If the coach knew what he would have become

So keep fronting till my peeps come