This is a song about "My sports coach"

You know...you know who you are

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

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

The 40 if i cop bottles, we can't believe you

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

They hatin on me just like a sudden change coach.

I should've known you're soft on the inside and the most easy to approach,

No need to coach me, i'm ambivalent

With such an ugly picture in it and

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Pep yourself up like your own damn coach

Use patience as my best approach