This is a song about "Got em coach"

Od'd on that mitchell-ness you thought it was '03 again

World's got problems, way too many for me to list em/

Met this man who soon became my coach

Use patience as my best approach

She got perfect proportions playin em like organs

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

Wreck these thangs, have em looking like halle berry's car

Got 'em dropping drawls on my balls after shots of alcohol

And i got 'em running miles,

Wale they call me tiger stripes

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

Optimistic this isnt bad its different now

I put on for my city i should ball with vick and them

While spittin grade a fuckin trash, you want responses? i got 'em

No need to coach me, i'm ambivalent

Secret society all we ask is trust