This is a song about "Got em coach"

Hoping that mama would sympathize cause she broke

Submission flow got em guillotined choked

Got more killa rhymes you just haven't heard em

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut

I got a lot of them, watch me back 'em up

Use patience as my best approach

Pep yourself up like your own damn coach

I ain't really into sports, that's just where i'm from

We still got emcees who spread hip hop and i thank 'em,

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

My trigga told me "get em" and i told him that "i got em good"

We've all got our scars and we need to embrace em

A fuckin' sausage fest will them shaky niggas get married then

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

We thinkin you got em and going murder