This is a song about "Coach"

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

Ok, black panamera, dash on a million

If the coach knew what he would have become

Met this man who soon became my coach

Use patience as my best approach

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

No need to coach me, i'm ambivalent

Fuck that job been around that block

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

But when i fuckin' go, lucifer will probably have my soul

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

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

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket