This is a song about "My sports coach"

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

Two sports references of people who are important

Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done

If the coach knew what he would have become

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

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

Ha-ha, laughing all the way to the top

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

No need to coach me, i'm ambivalent

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

The game is to be sold not told, so fuck you

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

Feels like i went on a pregame sports killin spree/