This is a song about "Love my coaches"

Az is my home and love the heat

Misdemeanored that twenty bag of weed

This love and hate are my arsenal,

I'm like roots, you a new shovel

I'm so-cal, you so-called rappers need to go call

No love at all no love for my natives at all

I love it when my opponents spit emotionally

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Tonight she gon' fuck with mei beated up that pussy

Coaches always mad when the do finally play me,

Music is my life, and it's my first love

See i'm breathing for a purpose

Temporary the richest, legendary's forever

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

Only chicken heads chicken out

Just to show my love too astound,