This is a song about "My sports coach"

Its been a long time comin, i should hang with you

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

A breakdown broad oh she could of done better

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

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

It's rainin' now somehow the fugitive's out

These my rhymes and my story

God mc oh my god you gotta see

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

Two sports references of people who are important

My streaks my testament.

Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Check my bank account, got racks on racks