This is a song about "Fuck till sati"

Hey mr. coach, i don't like you

Don't speak till spoken to

To disagree, skull fuck them till they can't scream,

The bitches is everything in between

Filled with sorrow till tomorrows breakaway a mess till i slay

I would stand on my desk just to see the world in a different way

Top dropped down, black on black

Bitch slap you till you snap

I need a little room

Watchin bratz movies till noon

Till then i'm restless and not stopping till my minds completed,

I'm waking up with something 20-something fly shit

Only real niggas stay on top

Imma ball till i drop

Smoking 100 dollar worth of strong

Keep shrinking y'all till your gone!