This is a song about "Goalkeeper"

Half these niggas working now, they knocked it down, they're going back

Theft and never looked back then turned to the angle of attack.

Lookin’ at my rollie, ’bout thirty grand what that cost

Am i dumb or am i smart? from an angle, i'm glad i lost.

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

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

Aiyyo cam before the cops rush, close the spot

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

Juicy and hot such a black bitch temper

Making music is the main goal better

She sit up at her desk on perez all day

Yeah, back in the day my goal was slay

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

Fuck lil wayne, and coach carter, im a baller, who goes harder than the heat and faggy lakers,

It's enough to make you crazy, it's fuckin with my domeya only live once on this earth